The Last of Us

CH.1 : Last Day

I was immediately woken by the sounds of machines coming from outside. i knew what it was, because today's the last day until takeoff.
I got up and brushed my teeth.
Maria (our very own "smart robot" she helps with cooking/cleaning)
Maria made me breakfast, which consisted of a hard-boiled egg, and a energy pouch.
I walked to the bus stop where i met up with Jordan.
"Ready for tomorrow?" He asked
" I hope so... i hope my dads right and hes not just a lunatic."
"Oh c'mon, it'll be fine.."
"Well what if something goes wrong?" I asked.
"If something goes wrong, atleast we'll die together.
Right?"
"Right."

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Later on throughout the school day, i clean out my locker for any super valuable things i want to take with me. the only thing i want is my microwave inside my locker. I saw all the pictures of my life before tomorrow, like when me and Jordan went to Russia, and when i turned 15 and my dad threw me a quincenera even though we're white. Tears brimmed in my eyes so i ripped all the pictures off my locker door and shove them in my bag.
"Everything alright, Rebekah?" Mrs. Grath said with a sincerely concerned look. She was my favorite teacher. She was always there to comfort me when i was down, i dont really know why, but it worked. It sucked knowing she was oblivious to the fact she would somehow die tomorrow.
"Im fine, thanks. " I said abruptly, heading to the bathroom.
I eventually found my self lying over the toilet, in full sob mode, the sob where you dont care snot is dripping all over your face, you just dont even bother to wipe it away.

Out of some sort of radar, (metaphor) Jordan must have heard me and was kicking under each stall until he got to mine and kicked me hard in the ass. I wasnt surprised because he would always do that whenever i was puking in the bathroom. It, however, was quite often, because ever since my mom died, i went to the scene because my dad wanted to "expose" me. I havent stopped puking whenever i was sad since. I guess that explains why im so skinny. I get made fun of because you can see my ribs. I know, you're probably guessing its really bad, but atleast i dont have to work out all the time.
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After i got home, i immediately called up Jason, and he told his dad he was gunna sleep over at my place, bringing his husky, Chuck. Chuck was a good dog, real nice to me. I wish Jason picked a different, or normal name like Marvin or something.....idk.
I felt bad because J had to leave his dad, without his poor dad knowing. THAT. must surely suck.