Home at last. It was the morning after I'd gone to the festival, I felt tired after staying later than I thought I would, but it was Samara. She drew me in.

"Hey mom," She was preparing breakfast and there I was puzzled. "Since when do you make breakfast this early?"

"Since never, it's 8 already." She said looking at me like I was crazy.

Snapping my head to face the clock, I thought about how long I'd slept. 8 o'clock already? I'd be late if I didn't hurry.

Running up the stairs, multiple thoughts raced through my mind. My feet pounded the ground as I headed into my room. I opened the door and closed it within seconds.

"Huh, new record," I looked down at my uniform. "Never changed that fast before," I whispered to myself.

I went into the washroom in the hall and quickly got ready, it didn't take too long, brush my teeth, wash my face. As usual, I would shower at night so it wouldn't be a worry for me in the morning.

I sped out of the washroom and grabbed my bag, closing my bedroom door on the way out.

"Bye mom!" I shouted as I raced out the door.

Looking down at my wrist and running at the same time while trying to put on a backpack is not easy. At least, not as easy as I thought it would be.

8:20! I have 10 minutes. Lucky for me, it'll only be a 5 minute run. I won't be late.

Then it came to my realization that, Wait, I will be. Great. I hope I'm not holding Keira up.

I reached the school, huffing and puffing. Keira was in the distance and watched me come in, and just as I was about to approach her, the bell rang. As I stared into her eyes, I saw disappointment, sadness, and regret. She walked inside and left me to get to class alone.

I found myself sitting outside alone. Samara had gone with her other friends for lunch, Felicia, Sonya and Aimee. I let her be and I sat there, watching as people walked by, watched as everything happened around me.

"Hey," It was Jeremiah.

"What's up," Came the reply. My voice seemed unresponsive, yet again, but I ignored that.

He sank down to sit at my level. He kept asking me, "are you good?" I guess he knew the difference with "I'm dying," and "Yup, I'm totally great," just from my body language, facial expressions, and who knows what else.

"Where's Samara? Shouldn't you two be spending your time hugging or something?" He joked.

Chuckling, I explained why we didn't hang out together. Failing to mention that I knew she liked the boy I liked and I needed time away from her to collect my thoughts.

We sat there talking the whole time. Doing nothing but that. But as we talked, I realized that I had a terrible feeling. Other than stress that is. It felt as thought I would faint again.

I leaned my head back and Jeremiah stopped talking to put his arm on mine and try to get me to open my eyes.

"HELP!" The last words I hear before I slip into a dark space of nothingness.

Keira was my immediate thought when I heard a boy yell for help. I'd seen Keira do this before, but never in school.

The moment I saw Keira in his arms, I ran to her and took her head from Jeremiah, setting it on my lap. Jeremiah stood up and told me he'd look for a teacher.

I nodded and he went on to look for someone. As I stroked Keira's hair, I wondered if leaving her was a bad idea. I figured that I shouldn't have left her for Sonya, Aimee or Felicia. At this point, that couldn't be changed.

Her voice interrupted my thoughts, "Samara?" the voice weak and frail.

"I'm here." I leaned on the wall and put my hand on her arm.

She looked up at me and sighed, "I did it again didn't I?"

Nodding, I looked to my right to see a teacher coming by. I told him what to do, I know, I was the minor here but I knew Keira, I knew what she needed.

Jeremiah ran inside to get water and came back in a matter of minutes with a bottle full of water for her. She took a sip and said she was fine, she told us that she was just really tired after a full night of studying.

"If you say so," the teacher said as he walked away.

Jeremiah sank down the wall and sat at Keira's feet. She still lay on my lap, as if she didn't want to leave, nor did she want me to leave. As we three kept talking, a shadow came over us.

I walked into the school, arm around Keira, making sure she wouldn't stumble, even though she said she'd be fine.

"You don't have to keep doing this, you know that right?" She said trying to throw my arm off.

"Are you kidding me?" My grip tightened. "You've fainted twice this week,"

"Fine," She started to chat with Samara instead.

I couldn't help but feel like I had to be their protector, all the time. It felt like a job but at the same time, it felt great.

"Keira?" I asked as Samara left to her locker.

"What?" She went to her own locker and opened it. "You can stop holding me now you know that right?" She lifted my arm and went through the top of her locker to find a binder.

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked, "You know, for not showing up,"

"No," Simple. Short and simple.

As I walked away, I heard her sigh. I watched her from my locker. She took the binder and stuffed it into her backpack. She almost slammed her locker but caught it before it made a sound. She stormed off towards Math class, right pass me and Samara.

"She's not okay," Samara mumbled as she followed Keira.

Yeah, that's right, she's obviously not okay, I thought as I went in too. Samara's hands were on Keira's head. Samara's chin rested on her hands. Something obviously happened. But it wasn't like they would tell me, would they?

Now to go to LA class. Hand in hand, Keira and I walked towards the next class. I could see how hurt she was, her hand was shaking in mine, it worried me.

I ignored that for a while and we sat in our desks. I put my hand out for her to touch but she didn't do it with the same positivity as normal. I took her hand and looked her in the eye.

"What is going on? You're not even enthusiastic about us anymore," My heart suddenly filled with sorrow, I didn't want this to be the end of Samara and Keira.

"I'm sorry," pulling her hand away as she looked away from me.

There was something she was keeping from me and I didn't like it. I wanted to know it, and soon. I mean, she's had a history of real bad thoughts. She's never consulted anyone but me, so for all I know, it could be depression, and maybe she's still in it. Or maybe, I hope, something was just bothering her.

It couldn't be the end of us yet. I'm not letting that happen. Not now.

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