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Heavy Bones

Heavy Bones

The day was dragging by as always. I was tired beyond belief. Sleeping at night has always been hard but worse now more than ever.

My eyes were drying out, trying to keep my head up. My pencil slipped and my head drooped, I snapped to attention rubbing my eyes.

The teacher turned around seeing how lifeless her class of teenagers was.

"Alright let's take a break." She dropped her chalk, and sat at her desk.

"Hey, do you want some you look like you need it." My friend asked passing me her energy drink.

I shook my head and scanned the class room.

"You look as beet as we do." I commented after looking over my childhood friend.

He nodded his head with purple bags under his eyes looking at me and my companion, our eyes matching his exhausted ones as we all sighed.

I'm watching him struggle to keep his head up so he will stay awake; much like myself. Now I'm wondering why I feel the need to look at the floor so much.

This exhaustion is killing me, my bones are heavy and then he drops on the floor like a sack of flour and I'm looking at his back as he lays there; sleeping from my knowledge.

But then I see it as everyone backs away, he's not breathing and his eyes are wide open. . . .

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