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Bury A Friend: Billie Eilish
"Missed you at school the last few days." Lana and Clark walk over to me as I sit on my porch with an ice pack on my bad shoulder.
"I'm fine." I fix the collar of my hoodie.
She sits down next to me. "How did your meeting go? I went to the diner yesterday and I ran into Miles and your mom. They said you, uh, you went back to NA."
"Not like that." I shake my head. "It's just better than sitting on a couch, paying someone to act like they care. That's the good thing about the meetings, they know the world doesn't care about their problems because they aren't going through them. But in that building, it's different. We're not the same, but, we're similar. And they don't talk back, they just listen."
"That sounds very beautiful, Brianna." She faintly grins.
"That's one way to put it, I guess."
"Do you have any more coming up?"
"Yeah. Later today." I nod. "Get my fourth chip."
"Four?"
"One chip is a year."
"That's amazing, Brianna. I'm so proud of you." Lana squeezes my hand.
"So everyone keeps telling me." I slowly nod.
"I heard about your debate. I can help you study after your meeting."
"I did before with Chloe and Pete over the phone. They have a copy of my study sheets. Thanks, though."
"To be honest, you look a little tired. Maybe you should try and get some sleep." Clark sits on the other side of me.
"I already slept. And you should take your own advice."
"No." He quickly replies. "Uh, I'll be fine."
"Well, um, I brought you your homework." Lana hands me some papers from her backpack. "Mister Blair said that you two could, uh, make up your history exam as long as you have a note from your parents."
"Yeah, sure I'll give him a note. I'll have it say: cause of absence; deadly infection from meteor bullet. Cause that's believable."
"Van just—he just shot you?"
I keep my gaze forward. "Usually how it goes."
"Brianna, that call I made-"
"No, don't." I turn to her. "You had every right to be scared. And because you made that call, I was able to contact Van and stop him in time." I hear Dominic crying through the baby monitor. "Okay." I slowly get up, hovering my hand over my stomach.
