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It was only Wednesday. George laid out his retaliation better: he'd go along with this little bet, and on Friday he'd invite several people over, Dream, Sapnap, Punz, Sam, Quackity, Karl, and Tommy. His dad would still be gone, he'd be back on Sunday. They'd all play a few games until truth or dare came along, and right when Dream was having his best moment he'd pick him and hope that he picked truth.
He was just getting out of third class, and heading to the cafeteria. Dream dolled after him, eventually caught up to him and walked at his side. 'Hey blue, you think you can help me today after school?' 'Oh yeah sure, but we're learning, not doing anything else.' George winked at Dream, a light blush causing to form on his face.
They sat down at Dream's usual table, where George only picked at his food, listening to other people's conversations and talking when someone talked to him. Maybe the nickname 'blue' did suit him.
Feeling awkward, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and hid his phone screen, putting his head on the table and his phone in his lap. He scrolled through old texts with his mother.
Unfortunately, his mom died from cancer, and the death took a toll on everyone. His dad dealt with her death with alcohol, and soon turned into a raging drunk every night. Wilbur was with girls and parties every other night. And George, who had a very close relationship with his mom, closed himself off from the rest of the world and hardly ever let anyone in. He took a big liking to music, and quiet. If it were quiet enough, it was like he could still hear his moms voice. Sometimes, he would walk for hours just to go to a small clearing in a forest not to far. There, he would replay audio messages and voicemails of his mom's voice, and look at old pictures of her. She was so beautiful, and was an angel at heart.
Free time tuned into fourth class, turned into fifth, turned into sixth, turned into the end of the day.
Today was one of those days, where he'd go into the woods. He asked for a ride from Quackity, who surprisingly enough, had his license.
He pulled up to the woods, and George thanked him before walking off into the woods.
It was only so long before he came across the clearing, and sat down in the tall grass. He pulled out his phone and went to his camera. He had screen recorded every audio messages, voice mails, and videos, and pictures. His Lock Screen was actually his mom and himself on her wedding night.
He laid down, listening to her voice. At that moment he let the tears fall. He let every single tear he every bottled up, every emotion, fall. He let it all pour out.
He was tired, but felt relieved. He turned the camera to him. Sure enough his face was red and tear stained, his eyes bloodshot. He held his breath till his face was no longer red. (This actually helps me-)
He walked home, not wanting to bother anyone. It was somehow already 5:18.
He finally made it to his house. His legs were sore and he was tired, from crying and walking.
He went upstairs to his room, not bothering to grab anything to eat. He was just tired.
He didn't even think about changing his clothes as he got into his bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
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