Idea inspired by Grellsupremacyyy's comment, thank you for the sugestion!
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The morning light fell upon your face waking you up. Your room was cold, it seemed unfamiliar. You buried yourself under the covers again. The idea of having a productive day only made you groan.
"Y/n!" Your parent called for you. When you didn't answer they shouted your name again. Silence. You heard their tread on the creaky floors of your house when they made their way to your room.
"Mija/o?" They asked opening the door. They must've noticed you on your bed since they walked up to you placing a hand on your shoulder. The bed squashed under their weight when they sat down. "What's the matter?"
"Can I just stay in bed today?" You mumbled. "I'm not feeling that well today."
"Oh, mija/o, did something happen yesterday?" They kept asking. You shook your head.
"I don't know," you whispered, "I've just been kind of... exhausted lately. I don't really have a reason though." Your parent listened to you silently. They sighed before pulling you into a warm embrace. You buried your head into the pillow.
"I can't afford to let you not do anything for the whole day," your parent said stroking your head, "but if you pick some things for me from the markets you can have a day off, okay?"
"Okay," you agreed. They kissed your head before pulling away and walking out of your room. You sighed kicking the duvet away.
You sat on your bed. Still. Like if you moved a muscle you might fall under your own weight. You took a few deep breaths rubbing your eyes. Puffing your cheeks you got up and went to your closet.
Something colorful? No, you don't want to draw attention to yourself. But then again it might help you mix in. But what if it doesn't? What if everyone will be staring at you? What if everyone will judge you? But they probably already judge you every day so what difference will that make?
You shook your head grabbing a bland shirt and bottoms.
"I should stop thinking like this."
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You went into the kitchen. The floor creaked under your feet when you went through the dim corridor. Your parent was cooking lunch. The scent of cooked vegetables met your nose as you inhaled the smell.
"You have everything?" Your parent asked receiving a hum from you. "Okay, here is the list. We need some bread, and I ordered a few pieces of pottery from the fish lady." You chuckled at your parent's nickname for the pottery shop owner.
"I'm gonna be back in like half an hour," you said taking the list.
"Don't you want to eat first?" They asked. You declined over the shoulder and went outside.
The sun shone onto the town. Everyone seemed happy, careless. And they managed to look like that every day. It was truly bizarre.
"Hola señora," you greeted the pottery shop owner. She turned to you with an aquarium in her hands. The aquarium. You tried not to look scared when she placed it on the counter in front of you.
"Hola Y/n. Are you here to pick up your mother's order?" She asked.
"Yep," you answered. She nodded heading to the backroom. You sighed looking at your feet before rubbing your eyes wearily. It seemed the minutes were getting longer and longer while you waited for the fish lady.
