With the drama from the previous day starting to die down, Andrew Knight Valley High's Students returned to their regularly scheduled gossip cycles. Liz: So you guys haven't talked about it at all? Beau: I told her I needed space, how else was I supposed to react?
Marlon: And he hasn't texted you at all? That's not good girl. Maybe say something, like before the watcher does something worse.
Dahlia was late to first period, and all the seats already were full except for the one next to Poet.
Dahlia: Dang, Principal Mei was right, this classroom looks way different than yesterday.
It was hard to focus on school with the sources of all her problems in the same room, unwanted sentiments and buffs flying around. So Dahlia settled for breathing exercises and dissociating. It wasn't til the end of the period when a kind voice broke through her concentration.
Poet: Pssst. Uh, Hey- Dahlia right? Lesson's over. I'm Poet, by the way.
You kinda just sat down and closed your eyes for the entire lesson. I was afraid if I left you here you might sit through lunch or something.
Dahlia: Ahhhh, maybe. Sorry about that. Poet: It's no problem. High School y'know? If someone's not crying in the toilets they're dissociating in History class. Dahlia: I think I can see why half the kids in school are in love with you. Poet: Hah, I guess I am pretty wisdomous.