Chapter 24

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It's been a few months since formal. We've had so much fun since then and my brother even joined our little friend group, which only consists of him, Alexis, Tyler and I. Eliot and Alexis also started dating. I'm not a huge fan of the age gap but it's nothing I can fix. The doctors say in about half a year I could try playing softball again and I'm so excited about that.

Right now, we're all at the park hanging out. I can't really do much and it kind of upsets me. I know my friends would drop everything to hang out with me in a heartbeat but I feel bad about making them do that so I tell them I'm fine. I'm sitting on a swing by myself while they are running around being weird and acting like little kids. The park also has a big grass field where there is a backstop in the back corner for softball or baseball and that's where they're at right now.

I was patiently sitting on the swing for them to be done with their little contest they were having. I'm not entirely sure what it was but they were hitting softball. I started to get a headache. I decided to shrug it off because I didn't want to make them quit their fun and go home. If it got worst I'd tell them.

About half an hour later they we're finally done making me sit alone and suffer. I know they don't mean to make me suffer but that's just how I feel sometimes. When we got home I took medicine for my head and took a nap. Those help me sometimes.

I woke up to my mom calling me down for dinner. When did she get home? I thought. I walked downstairs and saw my mom just now sitting down to eat. She made lasagna. It was delicious.

When I was done, I cleared my plate then decided to start my homework. It wasn't very hard so I got it done fairly quick. When I was done with it, I was still tired. Even though I had a nap before dinner. I showered, got dressed in pajamas, brushed my hair, put my hair in two French braids, then brushed my teeth. I told my mom and dad good night then went to bed.



I have writers block so that's why it's a short chapter.

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