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❝𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘.❞

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(A/N: Okay, but this photo 🥺🥺🥺)

| January 18th, 1963 |

Charlotte stood in the stream of steaming hot water, she was careful to not get her bandages wet. She stared up at the ceiling, thinking to herself. Maybe I could take today off? I'm exhausted and I don't think I can think at all. Even if I went to school, my performance would be detrimentally low. I'll take a day off and get some rest when I return from school, then I'll be ready for a lecture.

She stepped out of the shower and onto the white bathmat beneath her feet. Charlotte yanked a towel from the rack next to her and wrapped it tightly around her body. She walked to the foggy mirror, wiping the coat of steam from the surface so she could see her face.

Her grey eyes were no longer bloodshot, but they lacked the familiar twinkle. Her skin was more vibrant, though still pale as ever. Her knotted curly brown hair cascaded down her back, sticking to her bare shoulders that still held moisture. 

She dried herself off, carefully sliding into a nightgown. Charlotte hung up the wet towel and bathmat, leaving the room. She slipped into her bed, the thick blankets covering her. Charlotte smiled as she cuddled into her pillows more, her body slowly losing consciousness until she finally fell asleep.

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| February 10th, 1956 |

"Hey, if you ever need help getting a boyfriend, come to me," Carter, Charlotte's brother smirked. 

The two sat on Carter's bed, talking with each other. Carter held a pocket knife, carving something into a wooden plaque. Charlotte was sitting next to him, drawing on a piece of paper.

"I don't need to come to you, I already know how to get a boyfriend," Charlotte lifted her chin and smirked at her brother.

"Oh really now? Why don't you have one then?" Carter stuck his tongue out, something their entire family does subconsciously when their concentrating.

"Because I don't need one, " Charlotte scribbled on the thin paper. "There's this boy, I met him today, his name is Richard," 

"Oooooo, first day of school and you already got yourself a guy friend," 

"Yeah, he's quiet, but that's what intrigues me. He's got the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen,"

"Hmm, any enemies yet?" Carter lifted the wood and inspected it.

"Yeah, this girl, she's really mean, and she was being rude to my friend, so I punched her in the nose," Charlotte crossed her arms triumphantly.

"Really? That's great how you know how to fight, remember when I punched that kid in the nose in preschool when I wanted the first popsicle?" Carter congratulated Charlotte.

"Yeah, it was hilarious, I learned from the best," 

"I am the best indeed," Carter smiled.

"I wanna be just like you when I grow up," Charlotte admired her brother.

Carter shook his head, disagreeing with her.