Mason woke me up at around 8. I couldn't sleep last night with all the thoughts running through my head. Why was this guy who I has just met being so kind to me? How can he possibly think even remotely close to the way I do? Is he always so sweet? I clicked my phone screen on. August 29th. School.
"First day of school!!" He shouted so loud it echoed in the barely furnished living room, "I'm sorry I woke you up late, but I figured we could just be a little late today." He's way to excited for this.
"I have to take a shower, 10 minutes? "
"Sure thing, girlllllly." He has serious issues.
I grabbed a blue T-Shirt that read "Ceci n'est pas une pipe." with a drawing of a pipe above the fancy lettering, and my dark blue skinny jeans. I took a shower and quickly messed with my hair. Sometimes I hate that its naturally curly, it prevents quick hairdos. I did my makeup - red lip, winged eyeliner - and told Mason I was ready. I was so not ready. Mason galloped happily down the hall, towards the elevator. I, on the other hand, again chose the stairs. After coming face-to-face to a very impatient brother, we went outside to hail a cab. I'm still not really sure where the school is, but all the cab drivers know me by now, so I just tell them to take me to the school and they understand. Mason paid the man when we arrived. Its still just as dreadful as always. I'd rather be nauseated by the aroma of coffee than deal with the social interactions and interpretations that are contained in this so called "high school." Today is going to be a long day.....
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RomantizmAbout a girl named Mia, 17, and her brother Mason, 19. Mia suffers from depression and anxiety. Mason is her main "go-to" when she is upset so it hits her pretty hard when he has to leave for six months on a trip back home. Shes had her heart broke...
