Freaky... Wednesday?

Lynn

Lynn's POV

"I know you slept with him!"

"I never did!"

"I never knew I married a whore and a liar"

I stick my earbuds in as soon as I hear the loud slap from upstairs, drowning out my parents.

It's okay now.

Now in my own world, I munch on the cereal in front of me, lightly humming the tune of the randomized playlist Spotify made for me.

I hear a loud BANG and clatter again from upstairs.

"God, when will they stop?" I mumble, rubbing my forehead with my hands.

Picking up my backpack and phone, I shout out the door "I'm going to school!", knowing they couldn't care less anyways.

It's really whatever. I'm used to this.

Since I live only 5 minutes away from my high school, I prefer walking despite the fact that I have a car. It feels nice to get out of the house sometimes, you know?

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Heading into the school always feels... liberating. Don't get me wrong, I focus a ton on my academics and hate it, but the actual school environment isn't too bad.

"Lynn! LYNNN!"

Snapping my head to the side, I see my best friends, Tira and Mabel, beaming and waving me over.

Tira seems extra excited today, "Today is the first lacrosse game of the season girls! We HAVE to go!"

"Tira, you only want to go to see Grayson" Mabel grumbles and picks at her nails.

"Well that's definitely a plus, but we have to show actual school spirit for our senior year. Go Lions!" Lira yells, punching a fist up to the air.

I finally decided to input my opinion, "I don't know who this Grayson guy is but let's have a blast tonight! I want to be with my girls no matter what!"

They smile and throw their arms around me.

Mabel pulls back first, "Lynn, do you really not know who Grays-"

The school bell interrupts her immediately.

Apologizing, I wave goodbye and head to my first class, AP Calculus (AKA the worst class in the existence of education).

Time to actually lock in...

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I hate school. I hate my parents. I hate eve-

"Lynn! Wanna meet up at my house at 6 tonight?" Tira yanks me by the arm after class as I agree.

It's not like my parents will even notice me gone.

I head home and get ready to go to Tira's house, wearing just shorts and a sweater with the school colors, blue and white. I make sure to pet my dog, Tucker, before heading out.

You see, Tucker is the family dog my mother insisted on getting when I was younger to keep me company since she wasn't able to birth another child. My dad hated the idea and that's when the fighting got physical. Tucker stays with me all the time because he's terrified of the yelling. In fact, I have a perfect hiding place in the corner of my closet for when I am not home.

Mabel is waiting outside my house and I hop into her car, thanking her, before heading to Tira's house.

We all get ready together and before I know it, I have white and blue paint striped across my cheeks.

God. I look like a cannibal.

We drive to the district stadium, blasting SZA on the way.

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Mabel giddily sprints straight to the stadium and Tira chases her, calling to me.

I start to run but immediately notice my earbuds are missing.

Huh? I just had them. I need them. Please. What if-

I shake my head, dismissing the pessimistic thoughts. I go back to the car, telling Mabel and Tira to go ahead and that I'll catch up.

"Where are they? Where are they? Gotcha!" I gleefully grab my earbuds and lock the door, headed back toward the stadium.

Did they go to the left or the right? Wait where am I? I've never been here.

I stand still for a moment before deciding to go to the right. I hastily walk and as I reach the corner, BANG!

I tenderly touch my forehead that throbs with pain, "What the hell? Is your chest made out of rocks or something?".