Cleo. Cleo, Cleo, Cleo, Cleo. She sighed, shaking her head. "What a weird name," she mumbled. Of course, the name may only have sounded weird because she had been repeating it so many times to herself. She wondered why her parents had chosen that name. She would ask them, but they weren't around to ask. Her aunt had told her that she could always go by her middle name, but Cleo didn't know which was worse; Cleo, or Aazo. She was fifteen, in high school, and didn't need any more grief from her classmates.
She reached up and put on her headphones, continuing to stare at the ceiling. She had nothing better to do. Well, there was homework to do, but that wasn't really better. Cleo didn't like math. Or art. Or anything. It all just got in the way. She had enough to deal with without school and homework, but no. No, she couldn't be homeschooled. Why? Because Aunt Kathy was too busy to school her. And so she was stuck at public high school, with everyone else. To her, it was the worst punishment she could receive. The worst part was she didn't even know what she'd done to receive it.
"Cleo! Dinner!" Aunt Kathy called. Cleo turned off her music and trudged downstairs, her hands in her pockets and her hair in her face. Aunt Kathy sighed, worried for her niece. "Is it getting worse?" she asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Cleo..."
"I said I don't want to talk about it!" Cleo snapped angrily, and then took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Aunt Kathy. I'm just not in a good mood today. And yeah, it's getting worse."
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