Another Side

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You know, what you learn from people is special. You take it in, give it out to people who you think deserve it. Yet, when a life so desperate and vengeful comes upon the people, not many can open their eyes to the raw sight of it. Of them.

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Faith Dallion is hard working. Strong. Encouraging. Stubborn. Reckless- I can't take it. One good word to describe me. ONE. That's all I needed. Stupid homework didn't understand the stupidity of being stupidly stupid. Ugh.

I put it all away and opened my laptop. I wasn't coming up with any words tonight, not now. It was 2 AM, and it wasn't my fault I was pulling an all-nighter. Insomnia. My faith (haha get it, nope.) in my sleep decreased one year ago, and since, I had just studied and binged Netflix for the whole night.

I had a skill in staying quiet. Maybe because I wasn't used to being loud? Not sure. 2:08. Wow, time moves SO FAST!! Yeah. No. I waited for a text or call from someone, anyone. I was bored. Hah, wasn't it obvious. I knew my dad wouldn't be awake anytime soon. I mean does anyone's parents wake up at 2? Thought so.

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I decided to go downstairs and get something to eat cause, HELLO, I wasn't just going to starve'm not going to just starve. It was dark, and I was afraid to turn on any lights because waking the whole house up at 2 A.M. didn't seem to be a smart idea. I walked to the pantry and got a few Krispy Kreme Mini Crullers™and walked back up to my room. I couldn't see much, but I knew the house from corner to corner. I'd lived here for my whole life, and hadn't moved once.

Oddly, tonight the darkness wasn't a blanket. It was an airy feeling, not as calming as it had been every other time I had walked through the same stairway. I slept in the attic. Not because I was forced, but because the view from the window was dramatically amazing. In what way? I don't know, it was there above my bed every night, and had a small ladder where I would climb up and sit on the window ledge, occasionally opening the window when the weather was right.

I couldn't open the window right now, it was too windy and too risky. The sound from outside would 100 percent wake up my mom and dad, and would 110 percent get the family dog whining to get outside. I couldn't really do much, since my siblings' room was right underneath the attic. The floor was thick, but if I did much, they would hear. "They" meant my two brothers, who were supposedly twins. Most of the time it didn't seem like it; Their interests and hobbies were so different. I had one sister, much older than me, in college. She came around once in a while, but not very often. I missed her of course, but we kept in touch.

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I looked at the clock hanging on my wall. 2:31. Really. Time either moved fast or slow, and it seemed impossible to tell. I had nothing to do. Well, there was plenty I could do, in my capability, but half the ideas I had would either destroy the world or wake my brothers up, which didn't seem to be much of a difference.

I grabbed a book and sat on my bed. QUIETLY. Of course. I almost opened the book when I realized I got a text. At 2:32. A text. What maniac was awake at 2:32?

Right. Me.

I picked up my phone and saw it was from Viora Liu, my frenemy. We had been friends for about a year, broke apart, then about two years later, drifted back together. It was her idea, NOT mine. She texted more, called more, you name it. I was the friend who was almost always idle, not answering, not even picking up. I didn't exactly feel like answering, but as soon as I picked up my phone and inspected the intruder of my peace, I had proven myself online to snobby Viora.

She said, "Hi". How ignorantly basic. I kind of wanted to ask her to shut up and tell her I was super duper ultra amazingly busy, but it really would be the biggest lie I had ever told anyone. Well. Considering a few other options, maybe not. I decided to just say "hello" back, presuming she was NOT looking for a full conversation on what color to do her toenails. That was usually where the conversation veered, and I was not in the mood for THAT.

I put down my phone and picked up my book. I loved reading. Actually, I hated it, but that didn't seem to get a lot of respect from teachers. (PRO TIP: Don't admit you hate reading; You'll observe that your grades suddenly do not agree with you) It was a school book and I was supposed to be on Chapter 9. Guess what. I was on Chapter 5. Wow, sucks to be me, huh?

I forced myself to read, like, two chapters (more like four pages) and immediately closed the book. Time: 3:04. Bored? Yup.

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3 AM. For reasons I never understood, it was the time of the dead. Time of monsters, time of witches, time of whatever other ghoulish things you can think of. When you're having fun during an all-nighter, and you suddenly check the time to find out, "OH! IT'S 3 AM! AHHHHH!"- well, it doesn't seem very logical to me. I mean...it's a number. Or a time, more specifically. The thing is, 3 AM is supposed to freak me out. But it doesn't. And trust me I've been through enough all-nighters to know, there are no monsters or ghoulish creatures or witches or whatever erupting from my closet to come and haunt my daydreams (nightdreams?).

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It's now 5 AM, and I know a few people who wake up now. My dad doesn't, but I do. Not that it's "waking up". Really, the correct description would be like...actually starting my day. I've been AWAKE for hours. At this point, I was so bored, I was ready to get ready for school. I got up and walked to my bathroom. Yes. A bathroom. In an attic. To be honest, it could go for a small house even, since it had 1000 square feet of space, a closet, and a bathroom equipped with a porcelain throne and a shower.It was too luxurious to call my bedroom. Still, it was a mellow, solemn room, not very decorated. I mostly just took the natural lighting and adapted to its schedule.

I got out of the shower and dressed up. I put on my blue sweater and jeans then casually walked down the stairs. Why casually? Well, my brothers would probably think I was an alien at 5:30 and would do their utmost to get my hair stuck in a butterfly net. As soon as I passed their room, I quickened my pace. The downstairs lights weren't on, because no one was down there, of course. I made myself breakfast-just cereal with some honey and blueberries and immediately rushed back up to my room.

I grabbed everything I would need and made my way to my dad's bedroom. I was his official alarm clock, because...he woke up exactly 5 minutes before the bus came around. I would wake them up and they would, well, do morning things, while I was on my way to the bus. The practice had gone on for almost a year, so I was VERY much used to it. I quickly woke them up, my dad looking at me weird because he was half asleep, and I hurried right out the door.

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