Lunch

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I sat alone at one end of a table near the back of the cafeteria. I was blasting my ears with Evanescence. I poked my tasteless pudding with a plastic spoon. Memories flashed through my mind. I felt like I would explode if I released myself. I was all hunched up, trying to keep the feelings in.
Flashbacks
Niagara Falls. i stand with my dad on one side, Mom on the other. I just got a scorpion bracelet. The mist hits my face and I can barely see anything. There's a faint rainbow over the falls, like a dream.
A hospital. Daniel nestled in my arms for the first time
. He's sleeping, still wired up to a monitoring machine. He's merely 5 hours old.
Christmas Eve at my cousins'. It's warm, and the smell of food makes the air heavy. I'm joking with my cousin as the adults are with Daniel. My cousin's little sister is by the tree with a different cousin, trying to guess the presents.
New Year's Eve at home. Mom is in the kitchen making my favorite cheese and onion pie. I have Daniel on my lap as I watch the New Year's countdown with my dad.
A concert. A friend I've had for three years is with me, as is her mom. We scream and jump, knowing all the lyrics. The artists signing my poster afterwards as I try to force down a mental breakdown.
Then the night. We had had a big argument over something I don't even remember now. I was still forced to come with them for a trip to the park. I was still in the car when-

I realized I was finally crying, my eyeliner running. The bell hadn't rung yet, so I staggered to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. The bell finally rang and I lethargically dragged my feet to my next class. Thank god it was Art.

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