FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 18

It sounds like you just want to skip class. Both Charla and Sarah thought before Sarah then turned to Charla and smiled at her. "Thanks again Charla for what you did."

"You should get going." Charla told them and as the two girls walked Charla merely watched them walk on before she went to the second building, as she walked though she paused when noticing something on the ground and realised it was a lighter. Someone must have dropped it; picking it up she saw it was even still full of lighter fuel. For now she put it in her hoodie pocket, when she finished in the shower she'd take it to the lost and found on the way back to Alex. As she did so though a number of students from another class passed her, heading off to their own gym class one of the students she recognized and who recognized her in turn.

"Heeey!" Sam Winters called out waving her arms enthusiastically in the air before running over to her. "I heard what happened from the other students! That was awesome at what you did!"

"What I did?"

"You saved that first year from being hit in the head!"

I really need to remember that news travels like wildfire in high school. She thought to herself. "Oh that, well I'm just happy I could get to her."

"Yeah but I totally wish I was there you know?" Charla looked at her confused and Sam elaborated. "I mean you must have been running like several meters per second! You'd be awesome at the seven meter dash I just know it!"

"Thank you...?" Charla said unsure if that was supposed to be some form of compliment.

Sam just kept grinning but then noticed something. "Hey, is your neck okay?"

She frowned. "My neck?"

"It looks like there's a bit of a cut near your jaw, hey if you want to come with me I could treat it for you, it doesn't look awful you'd probably just need a Band-Aid though we'd have to move your hair out of the way to do it..."

"It's fine!" Charla said quickly, her body turning stiff as she held up her hands. "You don't have to worry about it, really. I don't even feel it so it's okay, besides I'm pretty good at taking care of things like this myself."

Sam put her hands on her hips. "Are you sure?"

Charla simply nodded.

"Okay if you say so but hey think about joining the sports team okay? We'd love to have a girl like you join."

"I'll think on it. Nice seeing you again." She said as she entered the building to where the changing and shower rooms were.

"Yeah same to you, see you later." But as Sam walked she stopped and looked back in the direction that Charla came from. "Huh... thought someone was there." Before shaking her head and running a hand through her hair. "I must have imagined it."

Charla had taken her school uniform and gym bag and headed over to the showers which were separated by gender; it wasn't anything new for her to see. in her old school she had seen something similar to that, only on a much smaller scale but no one ever seemed to want to use them all that much. Here though when she entered the showers there were at least five showers lined against three walls and a small set of red lockers surrounded by two long benches. The whole room was tiled and lit brightly showing everything. Putting her bag down on one of the benches Charla began to remove her clothes and untie her hair. Her gym clothes were left on the bench next to her bag as she then took out a towel from her bag.