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▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ quote 'i'm out'
need 2. pinegrove. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
five. now.
"Sydney! Are you ready?" Natasha stood at the front door, waiting to drive her daughter to school. The school year started today and the teenager girl was the least excited about it.
"Yeah." The two hopped into the car, an enthusiastic mother and a slumped daughter. The whole ride was quiet, no music playing from the radio, no small talk. Nothing. Only the sound of rain sprinkling against the window.
Pulling around the front, Natasha parked for a moment, wanting to have a small talk with the girl to her right in the passenger seat.
Sydney reached for the handle, going to open the door, only for the locks to click shut. She turned to her mother, confused.
"I want to talk." "And I have school." She pulled the lock, unlocking it; only to click again. "I'm not being late on my first day."
"That's not going to happen if you let me speak." Natasha started to get irritated with her daughter, she gripped the steering wheel, calming herself.
"Good luck with that." Quickly, Sydney unlocked the door and slammed it behind her, walking into the building. This left her mother alone in the car. She pressed her head on the wheel, her eyes shut.
As days went by, her son's death date fading away, the teenager seemed to become more and more like the boy every day. Attitude growing, patience thinning, snapping more. Just like Asher.
She had no clue what to expect with her now. She used to think she had a good understanding of her daughter. But now? That understanding is slipping away like fingertips begging to hold onto a raft in the middle of the ocean, only to be pulled opposing ways.
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Sydney found her way to the girl's toilets, sitting in one of the stalls, her back pressed to stall wall and her knees to her chest. She used the toilet as a seat.
Her notebook propped up on her knees, biting on the side of her NO.2 pencil. Did she plan on skipping her homeroom class on her first day? No, it just happened.
What to write...nothing works too. She settled on the thought, closing the book and standing from her position.
She left the toilets and paced to her homeroom before the bell rings. The bell rang as she reached, but lucky for her, the teacher wasn't in the room yet. So, she quickly found her seat before she was caught.
Sitting closer to the back of the room, murmurs filled the room as kids looked at the blonde. Faint conversations filled her ears:
"Didn't her brother kill himself over the summer?"
"Poor thing..."
"He was selfish to do that. What about people that cared about him?"
Sydney buried her face in her arms that were folded on her desk. She knew this was going to happen, small town, people talk. Word gets around quickly here.
Two identical teenagers sat near the girl, to her right. A boy and a girl. Both with dark brunette hair and brown eyes, tan skin. Both girls made eye contact, the blonde not meaning to stare too long, she diverted her eyes anywhere else.
When she looked back, she was still staring; a smile on her lips as she sent a small wave over. Sydney waved in return, an internal sigh of relief left her body.
