She moved away a bit.
God! How long was this guy going to drone on? Emily was getting very antsy and bobbed back and forth on her feet to try and stay awake. His speech was like an immediate sleep aide. Maybe Emily should look into getting a recording of this dude if she was suffering from insomnia. She giggled to herself but stopped when she noticed Sasha shooting daggers at her.
Finally, the president stopped talking and directed them to begin their individual tours. Sasha grabbed her arm. “Come on already. Let’s go take a look around.” Emily and Sasha left the main building and began to walk around the grounds. The day was really warm and Emily enjoyed the sun on her back. She took off her fleece jacket and tied it around her waist.
They wandered in and out of the buildings, looking in classrooms, asking questions of people who attended the school. Despite her misgivings, Emily was becoming excited. She could see herself going to school here. And when they went into Deacon Hall that housed the art programs, her excitement went through the roof. They had a full on dark room and the classrooms were covered in the most amazing photographs she had ever seen.
Emily stood in the doorway, watching the light come through the windows, several of which were stained glass. Sasha smiled at her open mouthed appreciation. “Like it huh?” Sasha asked. Emily nodded. “The ambience is unbelievable.” Sasha snorted. “The ambience huh?”
“Oh shut up.” Emily playfully shoved Sasha and the two left the classroom. “You can see yourself here can’t you?” Sasha asked her. Emily nodded. “Okay, so you were right. I like it. But that doesn’t change the fact that I couldn’t even begin to afford it. So don't start celebrating yet.” Sasha rolled her eyes. “Alright Negative Nelly, I think that's our cue to go meet with the financial aid officer. I will love to see you get proven oh, so wrong, yet again!” Emily didn't want to admit it but she hoped Sasha was right...this once.
They were walking down the hallway when Emily felt an uncomfortable sensation. Every hair on the back of her neck stood on end and prickles of ice spread through her arms. She immediately stopped walking and looked around.
Emily’s stomach knotted up and she felt dizzy. “You okay?” Sasha asked, peering at her questioningly. Emily just shook her head and doubled over as she was wracked with a wave of nausea. “Are you going to be sick or something? Because you know I don’t do vomit.” Sasha sounded panicked as she scouted the area for a trashcan.
“Just give me a sec.” Emily whispered, taking deep breaths. Sasha paced back in forth and front of her, waiting for the first signs of sick. Emily wanted to tell her to stop, but didn’t trust herself to open her mouth.
“Are you alright?” A voice cut through her single focus of not throwing up. However, the sensation intensified and lights flashed in her eyes. She sagged to the floor, putting her head between her legs. “Whoa Emily! Help me please.” Emily didn’t know who Sasha was speaking to but suddenly felt two pairs of hands picking her up by her arms and helping her out of the building. She could tell Sasha’s hands by the slight warmth and the prick of her manicured nails.
The other hands were hot, as if they had been left in scalding water. They hurt and Emily wanted to yell out for whoever it was to let her go. But just as she was about to say something, the hands released her and she sat down hard on a cold stone bench outside. The nausea continued to roll through her stomach and a sickeningly sweet smell filled her nostrils.
“Go get her some water.” The strange, female voice told Sasha. “Okay.” Sasha sounded relieved to do something and Emily heard her steps hurry away. Emily felt the person lean towards her, as if they were checking on her. Not once had Emily lifted her head to look at them, though she wanted to. Emily didn’t feel as if she were able
God! How long was this guy going to drone on? Emily was getting very antsy and bobbed back and forth on her feet to try and stay awake. His speech was like an immediate sleep aide. Maybe Emily should look into getting a recording of this dude if she was suffering from insomnia. She giggled to herself but stopped when she noticed Sasha shooting daggers at her.
Finally, the president stopped talking and directed them to begin their individual tours. Sasha grabbed her arm. “Come on already. Let’s go take a look around.” Emily and Sasha left the main building and began to walk around the grounds. The day was really warm and Emily enjoyed the sun on her back. She took off her fleece jacket and tied it around her waist.
They wandered in and out of the buildings, looking in classrooms, asking questions of people who attended the school. Despite her misgivings, Emily was becoming excited. She could see herself going to school here. And when they went into Deacon Hall that housed the art programs, her excitement went through the roof. They had a full on dark room and the classrooms were covered in the most amazing photographs she had ever seen.
Emily stood in the doorway, watching the light come through the windows, several of which were stained glass. Sasha smiled at her open mouthed appreciation. “Like it huh?” Sasha asked. Emily nodded. “The ambience is unbelievable.” Sasha snorted. “The ambience huh?”
“Oh shut up.” Emily playfully shoved Sasha and the two left the classroom. “You can see yourself here can’t you?” Sasha asked her. Emily nodded. “Okay, so you were right. I like it. But that doesn’t change the fact that I couldn’t even begin to afford it. So don't start celebrating yet.” Sasha rolled her eyes. “Alright Negative Nelly, I think that's our cue to go meet with the financial aid officer. I will love to see you get proven oh, so wrong, yet again!” Emily didn't want to admit it but she hoped Sasha was right...this once.
They were walking down the hallway when Emily felt an uncomfortable sensation. Every hair on the back of her neck stood on end and prickles of ice spread through her arms. She immediately stopped walking and looked around.
Emily’s stomach knotted up and she felt dizzy. “You okay?” Sasha asked, peering at her questioningly. Emily just shook her head and doubled over as she was wracked with a wave of nausea. “Are you going to be sick or something? Because you know I don’t do vomit.” Sasha sounded panicked as she scouted the area for a trashcan.
“Just give me a sec.” Emily whispered, taking deep breaths. Sasha paced back in forth and front of her, waiting for the first signs of sick. Emily wanted to tell her to stop, but didn’t trust herself to open her mouth.
“Are you alright?” A voice cut through her single focus of not throwing up. However, the sensation intensified and lights flashed in her eyes. She sagged to the floor, putting her head between her legs. “Whoa Emily! Help me please.” Emily didn’t know who Sasha was speaking to but suddenly felt two pairs of hands picking her up by her arms and helping her out of the building. She could tell Sasha’s hands by the slight warmth and the prick of her manicured nails.
The other hands were hot, as if they had been left in scalding water. They hurt and Emily wanted to yell out for whoever it was to let her go. But just as she was about to say something, the hands released her and she sat down hard on a cold stone bench outside. The nausea continued to roll through her stomach and a sickeningly sweet smell filled her nostrils.
“Go get her some water.” The strange, female voice told Sasha. “Okay.” Sasha sounded relieved to do something and Emily heard her steps hurry away. Emily felt the person lean towards her, as if they were checking on her. Not once had Emily lifted her head to look at them, though she wanted to. Emily didn’t feel as if she were able
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