❝𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐚. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. ❞ 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲.
I've accepted that I don't fit in.
I'm an observer, maybe even a stalker.
I've never experienced true love
But I want to.
But who would want a closed off, observe...
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Is it just me or does Tuesdays just feel like a second Monday? Ha, I don't know if that made sense to you but it definitely makes sense to me.
I woke up this morning, on my period. And I had TWO nightmares last night.
I swear if anyone comes up to me and tries anything...I will break down and cry.
I dress in my usual hoodie but instead of black pants I go for my knee length black shorts, surprisingly cute. I put on my converse and go downstairs. When I notice my dads not there, I get confused for a second but that feeling doesn't stay long.
Dads on a trip, again. I look at the kitchen counter to find a note,
Cora,
I'm going to be gone for 3 months on this trip, it was last minute so I didn't wake you. I will send you money every week so your able to get food and necessary things, NO PARTIES, you can have 3 friends over at a time. I love you. See you soon, I'll call you every couple days.
Also there's cake in the fridge :)
-dad
Three months? What on earth could he be doing that lasts for that long?
Sometimes I feel like my dad has been more absent then my mom, and that's hard when she's dead.
I shake off my thoughts and head out the door, Leah can't pick me up today so I have to walk. Kill me.
When I get to school 20 minutes later, I'm sweating, and I'm hot as hell.
Leah meets me at the school gates, when she sees my face, she laughs, "Damn, did you run here?"
"Fuck off," I say as I put my hands on my knees to slow my breathing, "My whole body hurts, I'm so out of shape."
She laughs again, "come on, we got to go before the bell rings."
I nod and stand up straight, groaning as my back cracks, "shit." I breathe
I really need to hit the gym, I might use some of my dads stuff, maybe the treadmill.
When I finally get to AP English, I put my head down once again, try to calm my cramping and my sweating.
I hear someone sit down next to me but I pay no attention to them.
"Hey."
I lift up and smile at Dylan, "hey."
"You always have your head down or something?"
I laugh, "pretty much."
He smirks, "why do you look so pale today?"
"I had to walk here. And I'm on my period,"
"O-oh," he laughs, "You really just put your whole business out there, huh?"
I shrug, "I just feel like people need to know that if I randomly punch someone, it's because Shark Week is not showing me any justice."
He smirks again, "Riiight,"
I realized something, "You didn't even seem weirded out by the fact that I'm on my period,"
"It's a natural thing,"
"Hm." I stare at him, "Your cool."
"Your cool too, Claws."
"Claws?"
"Yeah, Leah said you have claws...so your Claws."
I laugh, "whatever."
When the bell rings, telling us the period is over, i pack up my things. When I notice Dylan is waiting for me I snort, "You don't have to wait, you know."
"Yea but I wanted to walk you to your class, which is what exactly?"
"Science."
"Ah, that sucks," he says, " I got gym."
"Am I supposed to say 'ah, that sucks'?"
He laughs, "No, I love gym."
"I can tell."
"How?"
"Your,"— I wave my hand around him — "like buff,"
He snorts, "No Im not, I like the term 'muscular'"
"Right."
We walk out the door together, turning left for my class and my body starts to hurt, "Ugh my body hurts."
"Period? Or is it something else?" He asks. Aw
"That, and I had to walk to school today. And I'm out of shape so that doesn't help."
"I could train you or something?"
"Train me to exercise? Are you sure that's a thing?"
He snorts, "yes, claws, I could also train you to fight if you want?"
