“Hey, Cynthia?”
I snap out of my thoughts as I quickly shut my mostly empty locker, surprised to hear someone call out to me. But I recognize who it is a moment later, turning around to see Hailey. She looks at me, her worry clear through her glasses lenses.
“I heard vaguely about what happened at the pool. Are you okay?”
I nod in response to my somewhat friend. We met in Drama Club. She’s a performer, but I prefer working in the background, getting everything to work smoothly.
We started talking a bit more after I drew a poster for one of the upcoming performances. She’d complimented it eagerly. Since then, we occasionally chat, though we’re not super close.
She has an easygoing presence, so I don’t mind speaking with her sometimes.
“Fine…uhm…Alex helped.”
“Yeaaah, I heard about th
