“Mitch, what the f**k?” Ella deadpanned as he staggered into the library. He slumped down into his usual seat, letting out a little groan as he put his arms on his desk and laid his head on top.
Noah frowned as he stared at his best friend. He looked horrible, with pale skin and dark eye bags. What exactly had happened at his house for him to disappear on everyone for two full days and reappear almost like a zombie? He must have been a zombie at this point.
“Noah?” He snapped his head over to smile at the teacher, Mrs Irwing, who was supervising. She was a lovely lady in her mid-fifties with greying hair, which she kept tied up and her odd sense of fashion with long floral skirts and knitted sweaters.
“Yes, Mrs?”
“Please wake Mitch up. He came in late, and I said nothing, but he can't
