A life in the day of a wallflower

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             Music and laughs blasting from downstairs as I'm holed up in my room. I sigh and pull the pillow over my head. I grab my phone and plug my earphones in. The noise cancelling ones, as needed. I turned the rain sounds unnecessarily loud and grabbed my favorite book, Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life of course. I loved the message of it, this was my third re-read. I get to chapter 3 then remember I hadn't had water in 4 days. I put my book face down on my bed and pause my rain. I grab my cup that's been sitting in my room for the past week and basically run down the stairs. 

"Oh hi! Since when did you get home?"

"It's a Saturday, mom. Yesterday afternoon. Afterschool, you picked me up from school." 

"Oh yeah, huh." She took another swig of her soda and kept talking to her friend about the boring "reality" show on the tv. I filled my cup, that should hold me for a good three days. I turned on my phone and of course it locked while I was gone, i saw the empty lock screen reminding me of the friends I have that aren't thinking of me. I sighed and unlocked it as i crossed the room to lock my door. I turned my rain back on and picked up my book again. The next I closed it and it put it down was when it was over. An hour later. I had nothing better to do than read so i devoured books for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and sometimes desert. I'm borderline starving, paper and ink wasn't all that nutritious. It was now 8pm, my mom brought me my plate and left. That was the first time I saw her today, besides her noticing her existence. 

Ding!

My first notification of the day, it was my mom asking to do the dishes, none of which were mine. I sigh and get out my bed, my body literally buzzing for me to get up and do something, get some activity. This is the most I can do to satisfy that. I did the dishes and headed back up to my room. I unplugged my headphones and let the rain play out loud. I closed my eyes and longed for sleep to overcome me. My dreams were the only place i felt at home, no matter how weird they got. 

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