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First Kill

While most therapist sessions can take an hour or so to finish, I don't know what to do next since I have nothing else planned for today. Being stuck at the house while my parent is at work makes me want to go out and do something and then stay home and watch Netflix. I'm not usually alone when my two pet cats follow me into my room, begging for a tickle or some love from them. My cat names are Rocky and Kate, and no, I didn't name my cat these names. My two little sisters did when we adopted them two years ago while I was dealing with many problems with my head. Adopting the cat was a great choice because now I'll adore their comfort of love and how they sleep, whether on a bed or under the sofa. I don't understand what they are saying, but I know they need my attention when they scratch my door and beg to open it to let them know I'm here. My room is not that big, but I know I don't decorate crazy like most normal girls would, but then again, I'm more organized than decorative. My phone began vibrating, and I knew it was probably a message from my brother or work.

Yes, again, it was my boss from work. My boss had texted me to ask If I could come to work today since one of the employees had gotten a cold yesterday and had to call out since she didn't want to infect others with her illness. I groan angrily, but I think I would rather do something than watch Netflix and drink iced coffee. I texted my manager and replied, "Sure, what time"? He responded, "Is five o'clock okay for you"? I thought about it for a second, and I guess I just immediately replied, "Sure, sounds good." I groan again, but I know I need more money to save on my college tuition for the spring semester. I was supposed to attend community college for the fall semester, but then what I had been through with the school and with the authority, I had enough of being told what to do or when to do it. After the shit I had been through, nobody at the school, even the principal, came to my home and asked me, "How am I doing"? Neither did my case manager. Although he was aware of the situation that was going on in my case, he had tried calling me numerous times each day. Still, I chose to ignore him and the school to let them know that I was not okay because I was missing a lot of important events for my senior year that I would never do anymore. I had missed the opportunity to attend my last home football game, senior picnic with my friend, pep rally, and cross-country practice. Not to mention, I was doing this internship on real estate with my college counselor to understand better the career we plan to do after high school. I know this is not the end for me, but my case manager would've been my first Kill. It is ironic for me to say "First Kill" since it is based on a Netflix series that had been canceled due to poor reviews. First Kill is about a teenage girl in high school; she isn't normal when she and her entire family are vampires living in a suburban home in Georgia. She can't help herself to keep this hidden from the rest of society, but this lets her feelings toward a girl she saw sitting in a cafeteria with a yellow vest and black skin that was lighter than her skirt. She must not let her secret come out; hopefully, her love for a student doesn't cause problems between them. I was furious that the show got canceled because there wasn't any happy ending in episode eight. It was disappointing that I wasted hours not finishing my Spanish homework. I imagine myself being in bed with the girl of my dreams, cuddling me, holding me tightly, and telling me, "Everything will be okay." With the situation I am in right now. But I guess I'll wait until someone out there can care for me and understand the condition that I am dealing with. And then I unpack my clothes.