40) My First Intervention

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Am I dreaming?

40) My First Intervention

"Hey honey what have you got there?" after a sleepless night this seemed like the best way to wake me up. So after sluggishly getting out of bed and pressing random buttons on the machine, I ended up here. Sitting at the kitchen table and inspecting this apparent 'liquid gold'.

"Coffee," my eyes are transfixed on the mysterious dark brown liquid in my cat mug. At the moment I'm hoping that I will absorb the caffeine by looking at it.

My parents exchange a look of concern, "Since when did you start drinking coffee?" dad asks seating himself opposite me.

Since I only had 4 hours sleep last night because I overthink every situation in life. Sam kissed me which has left me questioning every decision I've ever made up to this point. I've been replaying everything detail what happened over and over in my head. I have no idea if that's a good or bad thing. Plus my teacher thought it would be a good idea to have a test that's worth 25% of our grade the last week of school. She's also doing it to make sure we all come to school on the last day.

Instead of making them worry I simply say "Tired."

I taste a sip of the bitter liquid and spray it back out all over the table and my dad "This is disgusting. Why do people drink this terrible stuff?"

"Because," the mug is taken from my hands "they're either addicted or it helps them get ready for their day by mostly waking them up," Charlie takes three long slurps and finishes the cup with an over exaggerated ahhhh.

Looping a hand under my shoulder he hauls me up and puts a comforting hand on me. "We better get going. There's a test waiting for your name to be written on."

I groan, trying to collapse back down but Charlie is too fast and ushers me towards the door.

"Come on" he nudges me into the car. "Turn that frown upside-down. Just think, we have 2 days left until holidays, and then you can relax. Plus we won't be doing anything today besides watching David Attenborough documentaries. So you can sleep all you want."

"Maybe I'm not in the mood to socialise with humans or listen to the life story of a fish," I mumble under my breath, bringing my bag closer to my chest.

"It will also be the last day you get to see all your friends in one place. PJ, Lee, Joel and Zoe will all want to spend time with you" he takes his eyes off the road to look over at me in my bundled up fetal position "Sam will probably want to see you as well" I turn my head so quickly I get whiplash.

"No Sam!"
I'm still processing what happened last night. I can't see him. Not yet.

I don't say another word for 5 hours.

This ends up being a very quiet five hours with my earphones glued to my ears. One of the best things about them is that you can pretend to be listening to music just to avoid talking to people. Though when I did want to listen to music I had to keep readjusting the cord multiple times so I can hear out of the left side. I should probably invest in a new pair that works.

"Something's wrong," Zoe scares everybody on the bench by slamming her hands down without warning at lunch, especially Joel who topples backwards.

"Oh definitely. She hasn't eaten anything sweet all day. Instead, there always seems to be a new packet of Pringles in her hand," PJ takes Joel's seat by sitting down next to Zoe.

He takes a bite out of his sandwich. As for the Pringles, I took them from the Home Economics room as they were going to throw out 8 perfect tubs of addictive salty goodness.

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