f o r t y - n i n e
d a y s
b e f o r e
5:24 pm
Where do you study?
I don't anymore.
Oh? I thought we were both in high school?
I'm in college, bitch. Be jealous.
Why would I be jealous of someone who's going to suffer four years in hell?
Isn't high school the same?
Yeah but the difference is college makes you a vampire because of works begging to be done. In high school, you stay up all night procrastinating.
Fair point.
To answer your question, I major in architecture but I'm not going this semester.
Really?
Yeah. Sucks.
You have got to be the first person I know who actually want to go to college.
HA. The sooner I finish, the sooner I get a job. The sooner I get a job, the sooner I can earn money for my mother.
What about your father?
Asshole died using drugs. Heroine to be precise.
Wait. What's with your mom?
Pneumonia. The lethal type.
I gape at my phone and gently place it on my lap.
I bite my lip as I think of a reply.
Saying sorry won't change anything. It could only make it worse.
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