The Girl Who Has It Together

The second hand on the clock clicked too loudly, a drumbeat marching me towards my impending doom. Class ended and other students gathered their notes while I lagged behind, resigned to my fate. I had made a lesser-of-two-evils deal with the devil and my day of reckoning had arrived. My professor picked up his laptop and walked across the hall to his office. A few minutes later, my friend and I followed.

My professor’s door was open, so my friend rapped on its black metal frame and unceremoniously declared with a sweeping gesture in my direction,

“She has something she needs to tell you.”

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