9. Her time is ticking.

TASHA

I dash into the female restroom and shut the door behind me, crashing helplessly to the floor. Fresh hot tears stream down my cheeks, and I silently wish the floor would just open up and sink me in. My stomach growls in hunger, but the sound is not loud enough to drown my sobs. They jerk out of me, trembling my entire body, stealing my ability to breathe properly.

I know I should be in class now, but I can't bring myself to concentrate on anything at the moment. I am angry. I am sad. I am hungry. I am depressed. In fact, I am feeling all the worst emotions anyone can ever think of right now.

My ears catch clinking footsteps echoing down the hallway. My ears register girly giggles from the outside. Judging from the sound of the thudding footsteps increasing and drawing nearer by the second, I can tell that they might be heading towards this restroom.

I glance at the mirror from my sitting position on the floor.

Fuck. My face is a total ugly mess.

I quickly jerk to my feet from th