Fleeting Moment

Val’s P.O.V

The doors clicked shut in front of me. And I knew it was her who’d bounced it when she left. The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. The spectating students began leaving the high grimy windows that they gathered and tension hissed in the air like steam from a cracked pipe. I stood there paused like a movie, and then I turned back around to gently go to my seat, Talia broke first. “What’s wrong?” She said, her voice trembling between awe and terror.

I didn’t respond immediately, my gaze stayed fixed on the door. They all turned to face me.

”No, control it!” Brielle said, her knuckles welding my hand like scrap metal. “Shit,” she shouted kicking a spray can that was by her side which flew across to the end of the room.