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chapter seventeen.

June Winter

Since i've spend a day at Harry's place I felt a bit better. I wasn't perfectly fine, I was alright. Thanks to Harry actually. I had the feeling that I could actually forget everything for a while, which was nice. But now the weekend is over and we have to start all over again.

Everytime I go back to school from the weekends I have the feeling as if I have to learn everything again. Like how I'm supposed to act and how I'm supposed to talk to people. It's hard, and very exhousting. Yes, it's going better than the first day of school. But it's not good enough. And i have a feeling that it never will be good enough.

I have these major mood changes also, which aren't making things easier. At some points I'm all as if i could concour everything, then I'm scared to even look at people, then i'm all nice and the worst of all.. I hate everything and everyone. Sometimes I go back to "i don't give a shit about no one" and I hate it. I can't help those feelings, they're just there. And I'm extremely tired of feeling that way. I wish I just had two sides of me, a happy and a sad one. Not ten sides all together. It's confusing and weird.

Today I have the feeling that my "i don't care" mode is on, and thats not a good thing.

It's 9AM and the halls are silent, great, late for class. i silently open the college doors and step into the big room, heads turning in my direction. Piss off.

"Miss Winter, explain yourself" i have to think about my answer before I'll say things I'll regret as soon as I'd have said them.

"Alarm didn't go off" I sigh in annoyance of the staring faces, Harry included.

"The class already started so I have to make you leave again" what

"Are you serious" I ask him, growing patient.

"Miss winter, you are late. I don't like people who don't appear on time. Please leave the room, and come back the next time." He can't be serious.

"Fuck you" Too late, couldn't keep it in. I storm out of the room slamming the door shut. Who does he think he is? i'm only late for a few minutes, he could easily let me join the lesson. Little shit, thinks he is funny letting me leave the class.

I sit down at a table at the back of the library. why am I even here?

Authors note

Sorry for the short chapter, but I'm a bit unsure about the story. i don't really know if it's good or if it's fun to read. And I'm not updating much also because i don't think anyone would read it. Please comment if you like it so i know if I should continue.

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