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Three. . .

My chest thumped painfully and gut churned in a way I thought I might just pass out. As I raced down the hallway, clutching hard my phone in my hand and shoving students shuffling about with rough shoves of my elbows, the footsteps continued to thunder after me, getting closer, a little more out of breath. Growls of harsh protest of dissaprovals rang after me in scornful voices from the people I shoved maybe a little too hard.

"Lisa?!" She was screaming, breathless, voice raspy, "Hold up!"