The
locker door slammed shut, jarring him. He could still hear almost all of the
footsteps tapping against the tile floor of the second level. The sophomore
boys who screamed and shouted at each other were so clear he could swear they
stood next to him. The hallway was tight and hot around him. Someone approached
him head on when he leaned against the locker, rubbing his temple.
“Hey,
Kyle, you doing okay?” Mira asked, reaching out for him.