I could feel my strength slipping away from my body as I walked.
The dizziness is getting worse, I almost want to collapse on the floor but I am barely managing to hold myself together. I was a few more walking steps to reach the infirmary when I was roughly grabbed all of a sudden.
"Where have you been? We were waiting for you." One says, covering my mouth just as I attempted to scream, and dragging me away. Trying to pull free only makes them tighten their hold on me, and when I turn my head to glare at them, I realize I know both. One is a guy that I always see in history classes—Hunter. And the other is Austin. One half of the duo who destroyed my locker.
