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Take a breath, Lana.
Everything will be okay.
My stomach churned when I noticed his perfectly combed chestnut hair walking through the corridor by himself, just like any other day. I basically jumped out of the bush, nearly tripping in the...
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"My father said he had found us a new house nearby," Lana revealed a sudden realization, causing me to stop in my tracks.
Why does this keep replaying in my mind? She's finally moving, so what. It's no big deal to me. Nothing changes between us. I still couldn't stand her, and she was completely hopelessly obsessed with me. Yet, an uneasy feeling sild in my stomach and I couldn't put my finger on the reason why.
To divert from these prying thoughts, I reached over for 'A storm of swords' book and immersed myself in it. I always wondered why people preferred movies over books, especially for such an intelligent series. Clearly, they never opened up a book and realized what they were missing out on.
As I reached the iconic Red Wedding scene, my brother barged into the room with a humorous smile on his face. He slammed the door shut, extremely loudly causing my ears to ring for a few seconds, and danced his way around the room.
"It's the best day in the world today because Lana is finally moving out!" my brother exclaimed, pumping his fist into the air.
From the corner of my eye, I stared deadpan, wishing I wasn't reminded of this upcoming situation. Why was the universe constantly mentioning Lana moving out? Yes, I felt indifferent about it, but I was happy.
I think?
"She gave me and you so much trouble! I'm so happy she's finally out of here and now I can get my room back!" Sam cheered, collapsing into his bed and cuddling his little giraffe plushie. "I don't have to worry about catching her idiot germs! Thank the lord for this amazing day!"
The more it's mentioned, the more bothered I get. Why? What's wrong with me? Two months ago, I would've been ecstatic for her to leave my life faster than she entered it. So why am I suddenly unsatisfied with her sudden departure? Has she really left an imprint on my life already? Goddamnit Sam! I finally let the thought slip my mind just for you to bring it up again.
"I'm going to bed," I stated with a sigh as I rolled my chair out from under my desk.
"What? But it's so early," Sam complained, crossing his teeny arms around his chest like the third-grader he was.
"Go steal your room back from Lana then," I replied.
Rubbing a tired hand over my face, I quickly removed my glasses and dumped them lazily onto my desk. Once I turned off my lamp, I grabbed the end of my shirt and pulled it over my back in a single motion before chucking it into my hamper in the corner.
Sam sighed heavily, as the bed creaked with the lifting of his weight, and sauntered his way over to the dresser. I'm assuming he's changing into his jammies before jumping into his bed for the night.
Shirtless now, with only my grey joggers on, I flopped down into my bed with a worn-out groan before lazily reaching for my unicorn plushie. Heat rushed up to my cheeks when I reminisced about Lana exposing my little secret during prom. My unicorn plushie meant a lot to me because when I was an anxiety-filled child, he was the only thing to keep me relaxed.
