𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

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Cicatrize; to find healing by the process of forming scars.

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I couldn't focus on my book. I'm more worried about going to a new school than I thought.

Maybe it will be better, I won't be known, they won't know my past, they won't know why I moved.

So why am I even worried?

I don't know.

"Veevee! I made breakfast!" My mom called from downstairs.

Shit.

I checked my phone and the time read 7:02. I don't know what I was doing for around 3 hours but it wasn't reading.

"Coming!" I don't want to get up because it's so cold in my room for some unknown reason but my mom makes some bomb ass breakfast.

Throwing my covers off of me, I hurry towards my closet, throwing a hoodie on and grabbing a pair of socks out of my dresser, I finally make my way downstairs.

The smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes or waffles fill my nose.

Rounding the corner, I see my mom taking the plates to the table. "Mom, I could have grabbed those." I gesture to the plates she just set down.

"No it's fine, it's your first last day at a new school so I want to make it good for you." She smiles.

"Fine."

I head towards the dining table and take a seat as my mom takes a seat to the left of me, at the front of the table even though it isn't big.

Glancing over, I look at the third seat.

Still not over the fact that it's always going to be empty.

"Veevee?" My mom calls.

"Stop calling me that." I groan.

"Are you okay?" She ignores my request.

"Of course." I plaster a smile.

She gives me a small smile in return and we both fill up our plates. I place a few pieces of bacon and some eggs on my plate along with a waffle.

Silence engulfs us. It isn't awkward or tense.

Just comfortable.

We've gotten used to it, nothing much to talk about.

Eventually I finish my food and rinse my plate off before placing it in the sink and heading upstairs to get ready.

I grab a towel out of my closet and head to the bathroom across from my room. There is one downstairs and one upstairs, pretty convenient if you ask me.

I shut the bathroom door behind me and hang the towel up. I start the shower before getting undressed, stepping in once it's hot enough.