Kairi Sawyer, a new face in London, is a drug to True Oberlin; similar to cigarettes. They have the same effect. Kairi made him happy and was the comfort he needed, but ruined him in the process. Just like cigarettes.
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I hate my life.
Why am I even awake so early; my class starts at nine.
I looked at the mirror, noticing my messy hair that has been like this since yesterday. Do I really want to change it? No. I put on my shoes and walk out of my room, walking into the kitchen where Azzalie is eating apples with peanut butter. It's not that weird of a combination, okay?
"Mornin' buttercup." I lean down and kiss the top of her head.
"That's a weird nickname."
"Got it off google.'"
"No, you didn't, shut up."
"I did."
"You didn't."
"I did."
"You didn't."
"Shut up."
"Whys your name True when you're clearly lying?"
"I don't know, ask my parents."
"But you're adopted."
"You think you're special huh?"
"Yeah, I do."
I roll my eyes and chuckle. Where does she get her sass? Seriously. I know damn well it isn't from me.
"Tell them I'm heading out for class, see you." I kiss her head one last time and step out the house.
Should I take my car? No. Campus isn't that far from here. Besides, I could use the extra jog.
That is, if I even jog.
I should stop by a cafè to get some coffee or something. Maybe even do something exiting before class.
Oh, who am I kidding? I wont do anything exiting, it's seven in the morning.
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"One vanilla latte, please." I smile at the worker and hand her the money, and my eyes wonder around the cafè to find an empty table.
One by the door, bingo. I walk over and place down my bag and make myself comfortable.
