ripped through the quiet path. The noise made

cked in. She snapped her

the Art History building, a massi

ded over her face. Gravity pulle

anger. Her muscles reacted first. She threw her e

r ear. The heavy pot slammed into the concr

ieces. Black potting soil and jagged shar

pain ripped through

right through the fabric of her tre

for air. Her right hand immediate

through her fingers and dripped onto the green g

. She pushed herself up on her right elbow. She for

hair and a bright pink cardigan moved quickly. The

jaw locked. She knew that pink ca

ard the explosion. They ran ov

n Elinor's arm. He fumbled in his pocket and pulle

er voice shook from the pai

ide of the building. There were no witnesses. She only saw a

tion first. Then she would f

nd. She pulled out a thick pack of tissues. She

tudents tried to grab her arms to help her up. S

of pain up her arm, but she kept her back perfectly s

nor pushed open the gl

ace and the blood dripping onto the floor. The wo

om the back. She grabbed Elinor's good a

rinkly paper beneath her ripped. Co

cut the bloody sleeve off the coat. The n

uid directly into the wound. The violent stinging pain

. She prepared a needle of local anesthetic. "

ed. Tomorrow night was the Founder's Day Gala. She was suppo