SHE.

140 Days Before Graduation

So here is another chapter of SHE we hope you guys like it!

xoxo,

Imnotafiveyearold

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Hey Becca,

Expectations are the worst. It feels like as you meet them, they grow more. People always want more of you. It feels like I can't keep up and soon I'm going to be left behind. Is it even worth trying in the first place then? And what's even more frustrating is that it's not other people who want me to meet these expectations. It's my own damn self. You can easily ignore other people and their voices but how do you ignore your own voice? How do you tell that inner voice of yours to just shut the hell up?

I've barely tried fixing myself up and I'm already tired. How am I going to do this Becs? Is it even worth it? I feel like I have no purpose. I don't have anything to work towards. It's not like I don't have a support system. I really do. There's Nate, you, and maybe even Summer. But there's only so much I can take from them. I can't be responsible for ruining other people and exhausting them with my problems. I've got to learn how to do this myself because to be quite honest, my support system might not always be there. Like you aren't with me right now.

Love,

Aiden

140 days before graduation

The sun glared into my eyes nearly blinding me. My eyes are burning from the lack of sleep and the sun was not helping dull the ache. Eventually, I open my eyes to find Summer curled up in her seat still asleep. Her soft snores and birds chirping was all that could be heard. She looks so peaceful and fragile when she sleeps. I glance at the dashboard and the digital clock reads 9:30. Not again, I groan internally. We are going to be late to class and Summer will be so pissed.

I hate to wake her, but I know I have to, "Summer." I whisper as I gently shake her.

"Mmmm." She incoherently mumbles as she swats at my hands.

"Summer, you have to wake up. We have class." I tell her. She turns away from me and grumbles. This is going to be harder than I thought. She shuffles around once again. I shake her once more and one of her eyes opens. She stares at me and then closes it again.

"What?" she mutters.

"We are late for school." I reply. She slowly rises and rubs her eyes. Her hair is an absolute mess, but she still manages to look gorgeous.

"I don't even want to go today. Can you drop me off at home. I'm going to play sick." she says as she pulls her hair into a bun.

"So you can skip but when I do it, it's wrong." I tease.

She rolls her eyes, "You are notorious for skipping, I just take a personal day now and then"

"Fine, if I drop you off will you come to my game tonight?" I ask, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Yea, it starts at 7:30?"

"Ya, and if you want to... like only if you want to, well you could wear my jersey to the game." I stutter, what the hell is wrong with me?

"Nate was telling me about that tradition that the team has on the last game." she tells me, her long lashes flutter.

"I'm probably going to drive to the game since it's away, you can come along." I offer

"Yea just pick me up." she says. I start the car and the engine purrs.

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"The game was something else, I still can't believe the refs." Nate proclaims as he slides into the back seat. Summer had beat him out for shotgun.