Just Alice

Almost

I'm sitting at a table in school and I can feel it happening. I try to continue listening, but I can't remember what class I'm in, and whoever is speaking, seems to be talking in a different language. I think about what Dr. Alex told me, to describe everything around me while taking slow, deep breaths.

I open my eyes and see I'm sitting at a table. It's circular and brown with two books stacked on it.
Those must be mine.
I look up and see a projector screen to my right and rows and rows of book cases to my left.
Well, I'm in the library.

I find computers. They're normal, black desktops. I see a sheet of paper. It has intricate drawings on it, like someone took their time to make them perfect. A couple more of these and I feel myself start to calm down. I begin to relax and the shaking goes away.

I look at the clock and realize I only have five minutes left until school is over. I quickly put my things away and rush to my locker so I can avoid the crowded hallways. Once there, I check to make sure I have everything, slam the door shut and wait by the door to the student parking lot. When I hear the bell, I push it open and walk to my car. By the time everyone else starts walking out the door, I'm already backing out and driving to work.

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After parking, I walk in the door and give a quick wave to the lady behind the counter. I motion to her that I am heading to the back and pick up my pace, ready to get this over with. As I near the door, I feel myself becoming anxious, but will myself to twist the handle anyways. I walk around my desk and take a deep breath before picking up my phone and dialing the number. Once I hear the other end pick up, I hold my breath hoping he is actually home today.

Sadly, my wishes are not granted as I listen to the familiar sound of my step-mom repeatedly say "Hello??". I snap out of my slump long enough to ask her if my father is around, even though I am well aware of the answer.

"I am so sorry sweetie, but he is at the office right now. Do you want me to give you the number? I'm sure he would be delighted to speak to you."

If he really wanted to speak to me, he would call back every once in a while.

'No, that's alright, I have to get back to work anyways. Can you just let him know I called? Thanks, Grace.'

I hang up and try to stop the tears from falling down my face. 'I should be used to this by now, yet every time, I get upset...'

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Hey, all!

This is my first story and I'm still quite nervous about it. Please feel free to leave feedback and let me know how you feel about it. I am open to any suggestions and criticism (hopefully not too harsh). :)

Until next time my lovelies,
Belle