Hermit
Withdrawal; meditation on meaning of life; predicts a meeting with one who will counsel the seeker or inspire him.
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I didn’t wake up until the last period bell rang, or should I say I wasn’t woken up until then. I heard someone walk by the room, and a voice had jolted me awake.
“Ok?” An older female voice said. Her voice was scratchy and strained.
“I think she’ll be fine here, right Isabella?” Another older voice said, but this one was bubblier.
“Yeah, mom.” This voice was of a younger female, maybe my age. She sounded bored and inattentive, but I heard a hint of worry. This had been the voice that seemed to send a bolt of lightning though my body.
I couldn’t understand why her voice was like electricity to me, like she was zapping me with every syllable. I was really getting pissed off.
That’s when I realized I was sneering, my normally calm façade had evaded me, and before I had clasped it again I had let out a sound like that of a wolf. A low and almost inaudible growl. But I had heard it.
That’s why I left.
That’s why I grabbed my backpack off the floor, and sprinted to the door. That’s why I hadn’t heard nurse whatever yell to me, and why when I bumped into a slender shoulder I didn’t stop, didn’t look at her shocked or pissed face.
I just left.
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