Hannah Henley, Hanging with Friends
"They won't find me... They won't find me," Hannah Henley was currently chanting her not-comforting-at-all mantra while sitting in fetal position on a closed toilet in the girls' restroom. Another day at her new high school, with all new clarity and awareness thanks to a good night's rest instead of a fun night of game binging, came with the overwhelming urge to hide in a hole. Four years of being the nerdy, picked on girl in highschool helped her to develop a strong set of survival instincts and being able to think clearly had them working. Many, many people experienced shudders or hair on the backs of their neck standing on end - She did too. She could also feel the hungry, predatory eyes of bullies on her... Her waistband, that is. A fast beating heart, hyperawareness of every sound and a paranoia of every single person around her. She could FEEL it when they so much as thought about doing something to her, or when they wanted to attack her.
She had feelings like that just minutes a