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Continuation of Monday, 24th September

I was so tired. My eyes were burning with exhaustion and I was frighteningly pale.

School seemed like a far-fetched idea.

However, I could sleep in class. Such a good student!

But I was a straight-A student. Somehow.

It started when I was fourteen. After my parents died, I became really invested in my work - engrossed in trying to prove to my parents that I would become successful.

And I tried.

I even got a study buddy to help me - in fact, when I was fifteen, he became my boyfriend. We both lost our virginity to each other.

But we slowly go bored of each other and we had a mutual break-up.

However, sex was something I needed.

So I had continuous one night stands.

That brought me happiness.

***

"Oh my gosh! She's such a slut."

I had begun to welcome their insults.

"Bitch, at least I get more action than you. Even of you wanted, you couldn't find a guy. So shut the fuck up and get a life." I swore at her.

That little bimbo was nothing short of a bitch.

If she wanted to insult me, she should know the consequences.

"Amanda, don't be so cruel."

A voice echoed in my ear.

"Ryder!"

Ryder - the boyfriend I had lost at fifteen.

Ryder was drop-dead gorgeous. He had jet black hair that came out in bouncy straw curls. His emerald eyes enchanted you as soon as you looked at him. He had tanned, sun-kissed and flawless skin.

And he was beautiful. Not just eye-candy.

He was the cliché "bad boy" but he had an admirable personality.

"Oh my gosh, I missed you so much!"

I embraced him. Ryder was an amazing friend - he was one of the three people I absolutely loved that were still alive.

Him, Jacques and Cory were my favourite people.

Ryder and I decided to be friends after we broke up. It was awkward at first, but now he's like a brother to me.

"Where's Cory?" He asked.

"I think she might be late."

Just then, I got a call on my phone.

It was from Cory.

I immediately answered it.

"Amanda! Come to my house! You have to help me, please!"

What could have happened?

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