Dear Universe

Chapter 1

Hey guys! So... I deleted the old DU and replaced it with this DU because I realized something and I wanted to change a li'l somein' somein' in the plot and such. I hope this gets readers lmao

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"Fuck," I cursed as water drizzled off my desk pattering on the floorboards. Some water got on my shirt and I just sighed, clenching my jaw and by doing so, giving myself an even worse headache.

I quickly cleaned up the spill, glad-and surprised-my homework wasn't wet as I stuffed it into a folder and then in my backpack. I flipped over my phone to see my usual goodnight message from Dad knowing he was working a later shift today and wouldn't be home till almost morning. My posture shrank as I saw no message with a sweet "good night" and those ridiculous heart-eyed emojis he loves using, he forgot again. My next breath shook as I held myself from being angry or sad, he's a busy man in a cruel world, I thought.

Then cursed at myself for even being a tad bit angry.

I sluggishly walked over to my bed, not even bothering to check my clock, knowing it was well past 12:00 am, and plopped in bed, face first on top of all the covers. My face stuffed in the pillows, legs sprawled across the bed, hanging off the edge. I sighed into the pillow and that area grew hot for a few moments from my breath. Somehow, we could own this big, nice house, on a nice street, in a beautiful neighborhood, but we couldn't... get me a bigger bed.

That I'd fit in.

I've tried explaining that to my dad, but he just doesn't get it. Everyone always said Mom was tall, though, maybe she would've understood. I saw a movie, Tall Girl, once... And yeah, I may not be 6'1 or whatever, but...

I hated it.

I rolled over so I faced the ceiling and my mind wandered. I always remember and document my last thoughts before bed and it's always weird... like... intense shower-thoughts-weird. My Dad just laughs but I like to really think about these because I like to believe that there's importance behind every question, and tonight was no exception.

If you were assassinated-not murdered-but assassinated, that means you were important enough for someone to want you dead, right?

I passed out.

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"Yo mamma so fat... oh that's right. You don't have a mamma!"

I rolled my eyes, fucking assholes. Everyone knows what happened to my mom 8 years ago... but they just make a joke about it and it's not even good jokes or insults, it's those stupid try-to-be-insults that they probably have to look up with how few brain cells they have.

"Jackasses," I heard a voice say to my right. I looked down, "I mean seriously, that is just cruel. They need to piss off!"
I snorted-yes, I snort when I laugh- "you wish."

"Oh yes, girl!" Marley said with her signature look. "I do wish! Because then you wouldn't have to hear this crap every day, Bry!"

I rolled my eyes and walked away, but a grin was peeking its way through my mouth. Best friend since sixth grade after I tripped and my lunch found its new home all over her hoodie. Never got school lunch since.

"Don't you walk away from me Bryson Aria Mace!"

"Just did!" I called back, and I heard her laugh, "See you in fourth period, k!"

I didn't hear a response so I assumed she went off to go find Jax before the bell ra-

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