Okay, this is something that I'm writing for i'm not sure yet. But it could be for something good or special or whatever. So please please tell me what you think! this is the only story that i will allow bashing because i am extremely i don't know about it and its a real iffy...if that makes sense...but please please please tell me what you think!

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“Tory,” Ms. Allison, the school counselor squatted down by Tory O’Ryan’s desk. She had on green bermudas and a white, cotton tank. Ms. Allison was fresh out of college and good with small children. And the problems of teenagers because she worked in our high school. The only time she came and talked to you directly, interrupting class, is if a.) You were violating the dress code, b.) You were looking sickly or c.) There was some family emergency. And that was why Tory was slightly alarmed to find Ms. Allison talking to her, school’s quiet girl-next-door.

“Yes,” Tory asked cautiously, putting down her pencil and abandoning her journal entry. All around there were fellow students listening in.

“Can I talk to you in the hall.” She didn’t say it like a question, she meant now. Ms. Allison got up and whispered something to the teacher. Tory gathered up her books, took one last glance at the bleak class room, and then followed Ms. Allison into the hall.

Tory looked down at her clothes (jeans and a blue button down shirt) and then at her hands (pinkish in color, normal, it just meant she was chilly or warm). She didn’t feel sick, and her clothes were definitely acceptable, so what was going on?

Ms, Allison, reading Tory’s expression, said, “This is very sudden. I got the call only minutes ago.” Tory kept her gaze level with Ms. Allison. Her eyes were a really pretty chocolate brown. “And it seems that you’re father has died.” Tory blanched.

“Excuse me?” Tory asked incredulously, not believing her for a second. That’s not possible, her dad - dead. No. He’s in perfect health, there must be a mistake.

“I’m sorry, dear. I wish I was wrong, but he’s gone...” Ms. Allison said softly, her eyes moist.

Inside Tory was an explosion of emotions. Half of which she had no idea what to call. But the most prominent one was shock. He couldn’t have died. No. He loved her; he wouldn’t just leave her like that. Would he?

Anyways, all these feelings were trapped and cooped up, they needed to get out but they weren’t able to. One moment Ms. Allison was saying something about her grandma coming to pick her up and the next people were streaming out into the halls. Through the bustle, Tory backed up against the locker, feeling the cool metal against her arms and head.

Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

Her breaths were coming in sharper, more ragged. People took no notice of her, she was a sophomore, hours away from being a junior and they were all freshman. The people from her class were already across the school, getting next class’s books.

In. Out. In. Out. Steady now. Breathe.

The noise of the hall became too much. Ms. Allison was trying to guide Tory to her office to calm down, but Tory wasn’t budging. She couldn’t.

There was an aching feeling in her chest that spread to her stomach. Her throat stung and burned. Those crystal green eyes welled up with tears, ready to billow over. But she couldn’t cry - she wouldn’t. That would mean becoming weak. And that wasn’t good. She had to be strong. She had to handle her life. She had to get out of this school. She had to go. She had to get air or...or...or –

She fainted.