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more than the alarm clock but at the same time, I'm grateful. I turn around intending to flip over on my stomach which appa
ously Jasmine I thought you've gotten over tha
lushed face and j
bed watching movie and eat popcorn. The keywords in that sentence are "used to". Past tense. Because after the incident that happened a few months back everything changed. They changed. I've tried multiple times to tell them the
old in a car crash that everyone survived but him. Then there is me. Fourth in the family. But am I really? It feels like I'm the oldest when Alex and John always get drunk, and I always have to look after them (not that t
ecause apparently, we sta
d high, but they moved during the summer break and
start," I
king. Thirty. Can
school and I have to get dressed a-an-and..!" I keep on blabbering, clearly stressed out. Thi
hanks to the nightmares and I'm all sweaty. I never had nightmares up until that day a few months back. Now I hear the screams in e
sweater that covers my arms and put it on me with black jeans and black boots while I with great stress try to multitask and brush my
us because it's our first day. I think her name was Aline. She each hand us our schedule and we go our
introduce myself. I never come late and I'm every definition of awkward. Socially and in general. I have no idea what to say and just end up
in the teenage form: you avoid them and you're good. Okay, not a demon. Maybe a zombie. When I do think about it that's kind of how my previous classmates looked at me. They looked at me like I'm about to start a zombie apocalypse and infect everybody w
he past ten minutes. I knock again and this time a large muscular blonde man opens the door while slowly raising one of his ey
I-I'm new" I mumble f
r a thing you're saying if
n, he gestures me to come into the classroom and I turn to see what in my eye