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Elizabeth Jensen entered her house. She saw her mother, out of the corner of her eye, making brownies. Elizabeth smiled. "Hey mom! I'm home." She spoke.
Elizabeth's mother looked back at her before nodding. "Eliza, how was your day?"
"It was okay." Elizabeth moved to the kitchen table, taking an apple from the pile of fruit and biting into it. "I only had one emotional breakdown today. I think that's a record."
"Honey, are you sure you don't want to get anything to help?" Elizabeth's mother looked extremely worried, but Elizabeth was not taking it.
"I'm not getting prescription drugs to help me feel better about the fact that one of my best friends died." Elizabeth shook her head, moving out of the kitchen. "I'm sorry that I'm sad."
She made her way upstairs before hearing a familiar voice coming from her father's workshop. "Now adjust your whatever device you're hearing this on." It sounded like Hannah Baker.
"Is that Hannah?" Elizabeth questioned as she entered the workshop. She saw her brother, Clay Jensen, sitting in front of a boom box.
"Uh, no." Clay fumbled to turn off whatever the hell he was listening to. "I was just listening to some podcast about teen suicide. You know, to figure out the signs."
"Okay." Elizabeth was suspicious but thought she'd let it slide for him this time. "Justin is coming over after dinner. Don't bother us, and don't tell mom and dad."
A smirk appeared on Clay's face. "What if I did tell mom and dad?"
"I would murder you in your sleep."
"Jokes on you, I don't sleep."
Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows. "You have issues, my dear brother."
"It must run in the family, because so do you, my dear sister."
"I don't have issues." The brunette crossed her arms over her chest.
Clay shook his head. "You're dating Justin Foley. You have issues."
"He's a great boyfriend."
"Then why don't mom and dad know about him?"
Elizabeth pursed her lips. "Uh-" She frowned because she could not think of a reason. "Yeah, whatever." She walked out of the room, leaving Clay to his podcasts.
