"fuck, fuck, fuck," i whisper to myself over and over again.
the thunder booms as loud as a bomb, making me hug my legs tighter and shake harder. tears roll down my face as there's another crash. i pull on my hair as hard as i can, hoping to distract me from my fear. my breaths start getting short. i can't do this without someone and skylar is in rhode island to see her grandparents.
i click on michael's name and he picks up almost right away.
"hey al-"
"talk to me about anything. i need you to talk it doesn't matter what it is," i blurt out quickly, interrupting him.
"okay. do you like stars?" he asks soothingly.
"yeah, yeah i like them a lot." i start to gain control of my breath. after five minutes, im okay.
"i really hate thunder," i tell michael.
and then there's silence. pure silence. for another hour we sit on the phone not even talking to each other, but enjoying each other's presence.
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i feed my dog, nikki, and get my box of lucky charms from the cabinet. once i sit down, i turn on netflix.
"time for Grey's Anatomy," i tell nikki, playing with her soft black hair.
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"alice, calm down," my mom yells over the phone.
"mom, i can't! he died. he freaking died. what even is life?" i pace.
"then stop watching the show!"
"i can't do that. it's Grey's Anatomy."
my phone beeps, signaling she hung up on me. i sigh and plop down on the couch, starting another episode of Grey's Anatomy.
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"the struggle of life," i sing to the tune of 'the circle of life' from the lion king once the episode ends.
i get up for food in my empty boring damn house.
"what shall it be?" i ask myself, looking through the choices of food. my eyes light up as i see chocolate. perfect. i start stuffing my face while walking back to the couch.
i start another episode of my favorite tv show. i guess this is what i'll be doing all day.
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a/n
this was pretty much a filler chapter. the first part wasn't but the rest was because ya know that would've been waaaaay too short. even though this whole chapter was short.
sorry
anyways, yeah thats it.
that scene was cute though.
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Historia Corta"its 11:11; make a wish." in which a boy wishes upon a satellite, thinking it's a star; and the satellite has agents recording his wish.
