(tysm for reading :) hope this chapter's lighter than the last two😬 but ty and give the little star a tap.
Long chapter ahead. Like...really long. i got carried away.
and ik this one's kind of late but i had to do an inane amount of googling/youtubing for it so that's my excuse. I couldn't cover all of Disneyland—we'd be here for like 80,000 words—but i just did the ones i liked best so, if i missed anything, that's prbly why 😅)
(enjoy :)
It took another week for me to reconvene with the world.
Which was great timing on my mind's part, because it was right at the annual, end-of-the-year, senior field trip.
Most of my body had healed somewhat-well thanks to youth-sped regeneration and the ungodly amount of medicine I had to choke down. My eye was still slightly purple and my ribs couldn't take much pressure, but my cuts were closing and my knuckles had calmed down enough to allow me to do things without wincing at the pull.
In truth, the only reason I mustered up the courage in the first place was because my uncle had decided to return that Monday morning. We only spared each other a single glance before returning to the same ignoring schedule. He no longer wore his work clothes, or asked about the car. Silence was bliss.
I did take the rest of Haru's muffins to eat the morning of the trip. Maybe just to be petty and make sure he didn't get the chance to have any.
But coming back was a different beast in it and of itself. For one, make-up work. For another, Maia. For another, Haru.
"I don't see how this will help me," I said.
Mr. Merlo stared at me. "They're just trig functions."
"See, that. How's that supposed to help me?" I gestured at the packet he had given me. "You're great, Mr. Merlo, but this won't help me do my taxes."
He gave me a pitying grin. "Sorry, Angel, it's just the curriculum. At least show me you understand some of it, that's all I need. Senioritis comes at a price."
I sighed. I was tempted to tell him it wasn't senioritis and only a psycho uncle and my lack of knowledge of how to cope with my own emotions, but that seemed a little personal for nine AM precalculus. So I just nodded.
"Can I get it to you by next week then?" I sighed.
"Sure."
"Next...month?"
Mr. Merlo closed his eyes. "Sure."
I gave him a thumbs up. "You're great, sir."
"Sure, Angel."
The rest of my teachers were not as kind and even went as far as to give me a contempt look when extending my deadlines. I went with senioritis, mostly because I didn't have the heart to relay my life's trauma as an alibi.
And maybe a little senioritis.
I made it all the way to Mrs. Moon's class that next Tuesday morning before I greeted my fate.
Mrs. Moon looked up at my approach as she tried to quell the questioning surprise in her eyes.
"Angel," she said, and I saw Maia perk up in my peripheral. "Happy you're back."
Feeling's not mutual. "Yeah. I was just wondering about make-up work?"
"Just some reading and discussion questions. How are you?"
"Good. Thanks."
She handed me the appropriate worksheets. "Just have them to me by the Monday after next week."
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Suicide Buddies
Teen Fiction"My mother once told me there are three, and only three, truly defining moments in your life. One: When you don't know. Two: When you realize you don't know. Three: When you know. This is about the third one." --- Angel Young is going to die. Or at...
