My heart took flight
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Exactly! So why would I bring something illegal on school grounds? C’mon… I’m stupid but not that stupid. And even if I did… you have no proof, Ms. Pillsbury!
So if I were to conduct a search of both yours and Santana’s lockers, I would find nothing?
Hey hey… whoah… wait… what! It’s fake moonshine! I… it’s fake, Ms. Pillsbury. I wouldn’t be that stupid to bring something illegal on school premises…
Of course it was. Noah, do I look stupid to you? As if bringing alcohol into school wasn’t serious enough, that stuff is illegal! It’s dangerous!
And besides, alcohol is a drug! Not to mention a depressant. Here. I have some pamphlets on the subject.
And I’m afraid I’ll have to report this.
The hell would I buy you bling for, Santana? You’re one of my girls, but c’mon… what guy buys another girl bling if he isn’t in love with her? It’s like that question… what lady brings another lady to Paris?
You’re Santana freakin’ Lopez. You so could.
Noah Puckerman! You brought Moonshine onto School premises? Th-that’s completely irresponsible! 
Do you have any idea how serious this is?
Then again I’ve always been fluid when it comes to the rules…
then again I’m fluid with a lot of things. Bazinga.Also, what is with all the drama I am seeing as I follow you kids back? Did they close Walmart again? You guys seriously need to find some fun things to do around here, I suggest tacos but that’s not for everyone. Seriously, just put on some MTV and be thankful you’re not some tiny orange dwarf who lives on a shore.#highschoolproblems.
I’m also thinking about getting twitter.
Hello Ms Holliday!
I’m still getting the hang of it myself, but I’m glad to see another adult around.
I couldn’t say! It wouldn’t be diplomatic. Each and every one of them is wonderful, and I’m sure they’ll all go far.
Holly stared at Miss. Pillsbury, she took in a deep breath and stared at her. Of course she hadn’t reported this to anyone, in a way Miss. Pillsbury was the first person she had told the full story to. “No-no, she hasn’t told anyone.” She said quietly, the sickness building in her stomach. “She told me how he held her down and did that to her. She-she doesn’t feel like reporting it to anyone. No one would help her.” She whispered, shaking her head. “It’s just- she’s told other people but they don’t seem to care.” She muttered, running a shaky hand through her hair. “Can you really blame her? This is a small tow-area and the boy who did it, well, he’s popular and he torments her. She’s almost too scared to go to school.” Holly told her, still refusing to look at her.
Holly felt her stomach lurch as she finally looked up at Miss. Pillsbury, seeing the pity in her eyes. The one look she had been avoiding for so long. She took in a deep breath. “What do you to do when you can’t seem to escape it?” She asked, barely above a whisper. “When those she’s told don’t- how can she feel that people want to help when they just call her crazy and selfish?” She whispered, trying to keep her emotions in check. She wanted to stand up and run away, she wasn’t brave and she instantly regretted telling Miss. Pillsbury. “I want to help her, I truly do but she seems beyond saving. Like no one can help her.” She told her, shrugging her shoulders.
She sighed and leaned back into the chair. “My friends also told me, that she’s been having these thoughts. She’s gone to the water town, the one near- in Carmel and she wonder what’d it’d be like to jump. Would she fly or would she hit the ground? Just like she has every other time she’s taken a leap of faith? I mean, my friend thinks no one would miss her and maybe they wouldn’t. I’m not even sure I would.” Holly confessed, shaking her head. “Why-how is someone suppose to help her? You’re suppose to help me, but you’re just looking at me with sympathy. The same look my friend recieves.” She told her, choosing her words carefully. “She isn’t going to be okay, is she?”
Emma’s eyes widened as Holly continued, the graveness of the situation beginning to sink in. She bit her lip, pushing the internal struggle between wanting to help the girl and not having the faintest idea how to do so to the back of her mind. A determined expression settled upon the guidance counsellor’s face as she tried to calm herself, attempting to think rationally about the situation. She wasn’t sure whether this was one of those friend friends; the type which people used to hypothetically explain things, or a real friend of Holly’s, but either way it was her responsibility to do something. If only she knew what to do. But she concluded that the fear she felt at the thought of giving the wrong advice on such a serious matter could still only be a fraction of what Holly or her friend felt, and that whilst the consequences of giving poor advice could be terrible, the thought of doing nothing was worse.
“Listen,” she began, “Y-your friend…she- it’s not safe for her to be at the same school as that… boy.” Emma stood up, walking to the other side of the desk and gently taking Holly’s hand in hers. Admittedly, this was against her better judgement, but she ignored the part of her mind warning her about the huge amount of germs she was potentially coming into contact with by doing so and focused upon comforting the girl. “And people do care. I care and you care, and-and…” the counsellor’s voice faded away as she tried to suppress the helpless feeling that nothing she said could remedy the situation.
“You have to…She…” The words seemed to die in her throat. “No one should jump. Ever. Bad things happen to good people, but… No. Life is precious.” Feeling her eyes well up, Emma tried to bring her emotions under control. She was a counsellor. A professional. And whilst she had to deal with things which might be out of her comfort zone, she shouldn’t allow her feelings to interfere with her ability to advise… Still. She couldn’t help the sadness and sympathy she felt towards the blonde student sat in front of her. Sometimes she felt the world was too harsh on her students: they were just children…
“Honey,” she tried again, frowning empathetically, “I-I’m only a counsellor… I don’t know how much I can do alone. For us to try to work all this out, people who are qualified to deal with this kind of situation… they need to be involved.” Emma glanced at the floor momentarily, before looking up to meet Holly’s eyes. “Everything you say in this room is confidential. A-and while I can’t tell anyone what you’ve told me, I-I really would urge you to go to the authorities.” She sighed, giving the girl’s hand a soft squeeze. “I promise to help you. You’re not alone, okay? Everything will be okay.” The counsellor knew that she had no way to guarantee everything would be fine, but Holly needed reassurance. She only hoped that they could find a way to solve the terrible situation before Holly, her friend or anyone else was hurt.
I… what the fuck you doin’ here, Ms. Pillsbury? This is freakin’ weird, man. It wasn’t… it wasn’t an actual fight! It was just plastic swords and Nerf guns! And it was AWESOME!
Language, Noah!
And as a responsible adult, I feel that I ought to reprimand your behaviour. Then again, it takes two to fight. O-or possibly more, judging by the amount of people who seem to have been involved. Did Principal Figgins know about this?
The pirates vs ninjas fight today in the hallways was fucking awesome! YES!
A fight? I was under the impression that this school had a strict no-violence policy!
