23. Alamort

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Alamort- (adj.) half dead of exhaustion

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I walk out of the school doors, tears still in my eyes.

I silently make my way through the drunk teenagers as I begin my journey down the sidewalk.

I think that I am horrible at reading people.

I read Alexis's personality wrong.

I misread Ruby's motives.

I read Farrah's intentions wrong.

I sigh and wrap my arm around my body as best as I can.

I think that I am destructive.

I know that I should not self diagnose myself, but it is pretty obvious.

I ruined Alexis's modeling career because I thought I was doing a good thing by helping her but it ended up backfiring.

I hurt Erin and Alisha because I believed a manipulative liar instead of going directly to them and talking to them about it.

I am killing my own mom because of my own selfish wants.

I am no better than Alexis, Ruby, Farrah, all of them.

"I need to make things right" I say to myself

It is the least I can do for being a literal devil on Earth.

I stop in front of a random store and pull out my phone.

I quickly unlock said device and dial a phone number.

My phone rings a few times before the person picks up.

"Hello?" They ask

"Hey, I need a favor" I smile.

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I knock on the front door before patiently waiting for the person to answer the door.

It takes a few moments but they eventually answer the door.

"Haley?" She asks, not necessarily happy to see me

I smile as I take a small step back.

"I came here to apologize," I tell Erin

The girl gives me a confused facial expression.

"You don't have to forgive me or anything, but you deserve an apology," I explain

"I should have came to you to talk our problems out face to face versus believing a 'he said, she said'," I start off

"I also shouldn't have 'anonymously' told on you for something as dumb as eating in an auditorium," I continue on

"And finally, I'm sorry for calling the police and your parents on your party, that was uncool" I smile nervously

The girl uncrosses her arms and smiles at me.

"So uncool," she agrees

The two of us laugh at this.

As our laughter dies down she frowns with sadness.

"I can't forgive you Haley" she admits

I nod my head.

That is understandable.

"That's fair," I assure her

I bring the fruit basket that I am holding in my hand up so that she can see it.

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