Hannah couldn’t sleep. Normally, she slept like a log and nothing, not even the world ending, could walk her. Tonight, though, she tossed and turned for hours. Nothing felt comfortable for more than a few moments. Any time she got comfy and felt herself drifting off, she’d be avalanched with regrets and unfinished tasks. Her brain just wouldn’t shut up. Around midnight, she gave up. Her room-mate had fallen asleep hours ago, so she figured she was safe to turn her bedside lamp on. She sat up in bed and pulled out her book.
She’d been reading for about ten minutes when she heard the clicking of heels. That in itself was weird. No one should be up at midnight, not even to go to the bathroom since everyone had a small en-suite. She shrugged it off, figuring it was none of her business. She couldn’t help but notice, however, when the clicking stopped and was replaced by voices.
She slid out of bed, pulling a hoodie over her head to cover the raggedy old t-shirt she wore to bed. She listened to the conversation outside. Without thinking about what she was doing, she opened the door.
"There you are," she said to the girl standing outside talking to Mr Compton. "Finally made it back to our dorm, did you?" What was she doing? The words tumbled out of her mouth while her brain screamed that she was insane. She didn’t even know the girl. Why was she saving her ass? "Mr Compton, could she come inside? We’d like to get to sleep. You know, school tomorrow." She hoped that Mr Compton didn’t know the room plan well enough to know that the two girls didn’t board together, and that this other girl was smart enough to catch on to Hannah’s stupid idea. If not, Hannah could land in the principal’s office right along side her.
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