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My heart raced as  I walked into school after being hospitalized for 4 months for being a drug addict. Every step felt heavy, I tried to act unbothered but deep inside I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.I felt unsafe even though my older brother was walking next to me, stealing glances now and then to see if I was okay. As I got to the schools front door I popped my AirPods in my ears, playing Grimes, not trying to listen to any bullshit. Even with my AirPods playing the loud music in my ears I couldn't help but notice that everyone was looking at me, as if they've never seen a human before.I lost a few pounds but I was still me, those 4 months being hospitalized only made me crave more and diet more. For once I'm actually happy with my body, I was finally skinny like those Victoria secret models like I always wanted. That doesn't change the fact that I'm still dying inside, but it does.

I continued to walk trying to act unbothered, making every step with made up confidence.While I made my way to my locker I could help but notice how Aldo Russo was looking at me, he was staring at me with those dead eyes. "Lucia! I'll get going now." "yeah whatever Antonio, just go."

As my brother left I couldn't help but feel  big relief, I was finally free. I continued to walk to my locker, as I got to my locker I stood there dumb founded not remembering the code. After a few minutes I finally remembered and successfully opened it, as I opened it I could help but notice the smell of dust mixed with what used to be my favorite perfume. I ignored the smell of dust but I couldn't ignore the smell of that perfume, that smell brought me so many memories, happy but sad memories. It was the perfume my grandpa gave me before he died. I felt how my eyes started to tear with those memories, which 90% were with my grandpa, the most beautiful soul I got to meet.

I stood there trying not to cry, suddenly I was interrupted by a deep voice, making me close my locker before turning around.

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