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-42- Day 8

[Day 8]

Becky's pov 

The school bell's shrill ring echoed through the hallway, signaling the end of another grueling day. My backpack heavy with textbooks and the weight of a long day of classes and extracurriculars, stumbled out of the classroom, my mind already drifting towards the comfort of her own bed.

The day had been a whirlwind of activity. From a challenging physics test to a heated debate in history class, followed by a chaotic rehearsal for the school play, I felt like I'd run a marathon, my brain buzzing with information and my muscles aching from the constant movement.

As I walked towards the school gate, a car went by and IT'S FUCKING RAINING!! AND THE MUD THAT THAT CAR CAUSED, SPLASHED OVER ME???? FUCK THAT PUDDLE.  And now i'm fucking wet. I HATE THIS. 

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Third Person's pov 

The front door slammed shut behind Becky, the sound echoing through the quiet house. She tossed her heavy backpack onto the floor with a sigh, the weight of the day finally lifting from her shoulders. 

"Becky, you're home!" Freen's voice rang out from the living room, her usual cheerful tone tinged with a hint of excitement.

Becky trudged into the living room, her eyes drooping with exhaustion. Freen was sprawled out on the couch, a magazine open in her lap, but her eyes were glued to her phone.

"Hey," Becky mumbled, collapsing onto the armchair opposite Freen.

"Guess what?" Freen exclaimed, her face beaming. "I got us tickets to Beabadobee's concert. "

Becky's heart sank. She'd been bombarded with the concert news all week, Freen's enthusiasm bordering on obsession. 

"Freen, I'm really tired. Can we talk about it later?" she said, trying to sound polite but her voice came out sharper than intended.

"Becky, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, bea is your favorite, right? You can't miss it!" Freen insisted, her eyes wide with excitement.

" I told you, i'm tired, can you let me pass even just right now? " Becky said again. 

" But how about— " 

"I said later, Freen! don't you understand??? should I get you a check up for comprehension?!!" Becky snapped, her patience wearing thin. She just wanted to unwind, not be bombarded with concert plans.

Freen's smile faltered, her eyes widening in surprise. She looked down, her shoulders slumping. "Okay," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Becky felt a pang of guilt, but the exhaustion was overwhelming. She just needed a break.

She retreated to her room, the silence of her sanctuary a welcome relief. She threw herself onto her bed, the soft mattress enveloping her like a warm hug. But the guilt over her outburst lingered, a heavy weight in her chest.

A few minutes later, a soft knock on her door startled her. "Becky, can I come in?" Freen's voice was quiet, a stark contrast to her usual bubbly tone.