don't get attached to someone you could lose, kyle

BUT BABY, WHEN IT'S DONE

you got to be the first to run

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she could hear the chatter of the small lecture hall behind her as the door slammed shut but without a second though, bailey ran into the closest bathroom that she could find. she made a harsh left and nearly slammed into someone as she moved around them quickly, taking a step to the left and then the right and threw her body to the ground in one of the stalls. closing her eyes, she let her stomach rench and twist while it emptied her morning breakfast in which the girl waited for a second, letting the sound stop echoing in the bathroom. her fingers were wrapped tightly around the black toilet seat cover while her stomach flipped once more and wrenched but nothing came out. bailey had not actually eaten a lot that morning, a banana and a cookie that her brother refused to eat and she did not want to waste. her legs were shaking under her, knees knocking together as she kept her eyes closed and reached for the flusher, giving it a push in order to wash her half-digested food down the toilet and out of her sight. as soon as she heard the flush end, her eyes popped open and she put her hand against her stomach, her eyes glazing over for just a moment as she looked left and then right and noticed that the wall was different. usually the girls’ bathroom was tiled with pink and a red tile border around the top. the blue had her breathing quickly as she stood up to her full height and ran a hand through her hair, ”shit.”