Dodging The Doom

Olivia

When the evening bell rings and Malory, Kyle, Ron and I walk out of the building, I spot my mom’s car, parked near t the entrance gate. I pull Malory aside.

“My mom’s already here,” I say.

“Where?” she asks, I point it out to her.

“Oh crap,” Ron says, turning to look at me, “Isn’t that your mom?”

“What’s she doing here?” Kyle asks, concerned.

“Do you think she talked to the principal or something?” I ask, worried.

“Only one way to find out,” Mal says, grimacing.

“Good luck,” Kyle says, offering me a comforting smile.

“It’s too bad you don’t have your phone so you can tell us what’s going on,” Ron says, frowning.

“We’ll see her tomorrow, Ron,” Mal says to him. “Get going before you get into more trouble. We’ll find out the story from you tomorrow.”

So I leave them all and exit the compound, walking over to the car and what feels like certain death.