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Chapter 10 by dialectic dialectic

Does she take you with her, or ask you to stay here?

Sarah asks you to come along

"I think I would like Micheal to come with me," she says.

"Very well," says Mrs. Fletcher. "The two of you may go. Be back in five minutes," she says, firmly.

Sarah nods to you, imploringly, to leave the class with her. You follow.

Sarah starts breathing very quickly. "Fuck," she mutters, as she nearly starts to run down the hallway. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You're a little shocked to hear this sort of language coming from quiet, studious Sarah.

"Are you okay?" you ask her.

She looks to you. "Not really. I wasn't ready for this." She looks you over. "I don't want to talk about it just now, but you'll understand in a few minutes. You seem nice enough, it could be worse," she adds, talking more to herself than to anyone else.

You find yourself hurrying to keep up with her. Her dress flounces up, constantly threatening to expose her butt to you. "Come on," she says. She nearly runs to the Faculty Lounge.

"No offence, Michael. I need some strong coffee with sugar to cope with what's coming next," she says, opening the door to the Faculty Lounge.

"Why did you ask me to come with you?" you ask her.

Sarah shakes her head. "I don't know. I think I didn't want to feel alone. We're going to be working closely on this project anyway, it doesn't hurt to get a feel for what you're going to be like in this sort of situation."

She looks around for the coffee maker and a coffee mug. She spots the coffee maker quickly, and is greatly relieved to see one on the drying rack. "At least I don't have to hunt around for this," she says. She quickly pours a cup, her arm jittering with anxiety. Placing it back, she opens the sugar canister, and nearly pours a quarter of the sugar into her cup and on the counter.

"Shit," she says. "Micheal, could you help me to clean this up?" You accept, and find a cloth, wiping up the sugar.

Sarah turns around and leans back on the counter, trying to rest a little. She picks up the coffee cup, and drinks. "This helps a little. My nerves may be shot in half an hour, but this should help give me strength."

"Can you tell me anything about what's going on?" you ask her.

Sarah looks to you for a couple of seconds, thinking of what to say.

What happens next?

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