She shut her locker with a bang.
It had been two weeks since Charlotte had last talked to her, ending the call very awkwardly. No matter how much she texted Charlotte, Charlotte had always avoided one message.
What do you mean?
James was no help, either. He had come up to her, apologized for shouting, and that was that. They never spoke of it again.
The warning bell rang, and Rosemary hurried down the halls, dodging the groups of people that cluttered together. She didn't understand; why didn't people just walk and talk? Why did they have to stand stupidly and be in everyone's way?
"Rosemary!" a voice called, and she heaved an annoyed breath, just wanting to get to class. But she turned and frowned at the sight of Jackson Crowle.
"What do you want?" she asked, annoyance seeping through her voice.
"Cold, are we?" Jackson raised his eyebrows. "Which class do you have?"
"English," she said warily.
He bobbed his head up and down, thinking. "Cool," he finally said. "I have math. I'll catch you later, then?"
She stared at him, narrowed her eyes, spun on her heel, and walked away.
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He spit out blood, rolling over to his back before shakily standing. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve—he was wearing a black hoodie, thankfully—and stalked into the bathroom.
He stared at his reflection.
His eyes seemed darker than they ever had; bags shadowed underneath his eyes; and there were lines formed around his mouth.
He looked tired.
He was tired.
He quickly rubbed the lotion Charlotte had gave him a long time ago—which was almost running out—and left the bathroom, his head hung low.
His friend, Kyle, saw him.
"Hey, Will!" he shouted at him, a big smile on his face. "Look at thi—whoa, what happened to you?"
Kyle, his best friend, had been away for two months, having gone to a trip to Europe. He had come back last night.
Will, feeling guilty, had forgotten.
"Nothing." Will tried for a smile. Kyle frowned.
"Okay," he said hesitantly.
"It really is nothing." Will smiled forcefully. "I just walked into the door by accident. I was on my phone."
Kyle raised his eyebrow. "Okaaay," he said. "Anyway. Look at this cool jersey I got! It cost so much, and I had to beg to get it, and—"
Will inaudibly sighed, wanting to go home.
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CHARLOTTE
iMessage
Charlotte: hello, my favorite little guy!
Will: heyy
Charlotte: anything interesting happen?
Will: kyle came back from his trip
Charlotte: that's all?
Will: yeah
Charlotte: what abt jackson?
Will: the usual
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General FictionA game against time. A story of sibling love. Would it be all right at the end? At twelve years old, Rosemary Miller had been part of an accident that had sent her into a coma for two years. Two years later, when she woke up, she wasn't the same...
