Chapter 103

It's Mrs. S and Mr. S, walking along side a man with shaggy blonde hair and pale blue eyes who I automatically assume is the doctor by the white lab coat he's sporting. And by the look on Mrs. S' face, I can tell something is terribly wrong. Her once neatly combed blonde locks are a mess and her eyes are blood shot with dried tears staining her cheeks. Mr. S is no better. Instead of running to them like I want to, I stay in my seat and watch as they slowly approach me. I wait till they stop in front of me before standing up and drawing in a shaky breath. I stare into Mrs. S' blurry green eyes. I search her face for some sign that Anna is okay. That she's still alive and that she's going to make it through this. That Anna's gonna be okay. That Anna will return to school in only a matter of months and that we can be friends again. That we can somehow make up and go back to the way we used to be. But I find nothing but sorrow etched on her features.