Hannie stood up abruptly. The folding chair she had been sitting on squeaked loudly against the unpolished wood, and everyone looked up nervously in their seats. She ignored them all and swept her gaze across the small auditorium before allowing it to fall on her sister Georgie. Georgie didn't even move, pretending to brush something off her blouse. Hannie gave her the finger and stalked out of the room.
"Hey..hey! HEY!" someone called after her as she flung the bangs out of her face, trying to walk as elegantly as possible. "Come back here! Hey! What the f_ was that?!"
Hannie ignored him and flung the double doors open. The momentum seemed unstoppable. Before she knew it though, the sound of quick footsteps behind her melted into a grabbing of her shoulder, and she was nearly flung backwards.
"HEY!" she hollered back, turning to give the boy a death stare. He was almost a foot taller, however, and she ended up glaring at his collarbone. "Who the hell are you?" she said to it.
"You spoiled the scene!" he huffed at her, cupping her chin and bringing her face up towards his.
She slapped his hand away. "So what? That was a stupid scene. Not to mention an altogether stupid film."
"I'm the freaking writer! I demand an apology!"
Well, you're not getting it, Hannie wanted to say, knowing fully well how cliched this response was, gathered from the many movies and books she had poured over up to that moment. But her face was getting too hot, her vision blurring. She suddenly felt embarrassed. Students were passing by them, whispering and laughing. She didn't realize she had made such a scene.
"Bye," she said instead, quickly pushing the boy away and hightailing it to the nearest women's bathroom. It was only a few yards away, thank goodness. She pushed open the door, briskly glancing back with a fluttering heart, only to find that he had not followed.
She peered into the bathroom mirror. Her cheeks were indeed slightly rosy, and the mascara of one eye was smeared. She grabbed at her side, only to remember that she had forgotten to take her purse out of the auditorium with her.
"Idiot," she whispered to herself and reached into her pocket to pull out a small, pentagon-shaped white tablet. Cupping her hands for water from the sink, she swallowed it and sat on the floor, waiting until the world once again succumbed to peace.
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