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🥀 C H A P T E R 35 🥀

Most Of Us Are Hurting. Most Of Us Are Searching. Someone To Love. Someone to Understand. Most The Time I'm Fighting, Multiple Voices Residing In My Head.

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The day was Wednesday. Another day Nova was dreading to complete, she just wanted to give up with on this week. She felt like complete trash.

Nova grabbed her book bag before exiting the house, breathing in the fresh air once she had made it outside. It was an extremely cloudy and dark morning, the smell of fall was prominent through the air.

Nova kept her pair of glasses on, covering her swollen red eyes. She knew it was extremely dumb to smoke before school, but she couldn't help it. She just needed to keep her mind off things for once.

After her walk to school, she entered the loud building and did her locker routine. Nova then walked to class, looking at her feet the whole time. She entered the class and took the glasses off, keeping her head down the entire time.

Chris eyed Nova from across the room, noticing her eyes were red. He wasn't sure if it was from her crying or smoking, but he doubt she'd ever smoke before coming to school. Nova still wasn't associating herself with Chris...she really didn't have a choice but no to. She was only helping herself.

Nova stood from her seat and exited the room without bothering to ask for permission, since she still had five minutes before the bell would ring.

Mr. Willis spotted Nova walking out her class, as he immediately left from his spot in front of the gym and walked over to Nova.

"Ahhh! All-Star, ready for tryouts today?" Mrs. Willis ask, still thinking Nova was trying out just because another student had said so.

"Excuse me?" Nova ask, hoping she didn't hear his sentence correctly.

"Tryouts..... Are you ready?" Coach ask.

"I'm not trying out, where'd you get that from?" Nova ask chuckling a little.

"Oh come on Nova. It's your last year of school, the season only last for a month or two; we need you this year." Coach pleads. The team was truly desperate.

"I'm sorry Mr. Willis, I really am. It's just, I-I-" Nova's voice crack as she shuts her eyes, not wanting to embarrass herself by crying in front of a teacher. Or anyone at that point.

Mr. Willis sighs, knowing her exact reason for crying. He knew the reason she was afraid to join the team again.

"I understand." Mr. Willis says. Even if he did understand, he still wanted Nova to be sort of the team. It was her last year of high school, and he knew she truly wanted to play.

"I'm sorry," Nova sniffs, wiping the few tears off her cheeks. "I can still come though, it wouldn't hurt to see who's playing this year." Nova says shoving her hands in the pockets of her joggers.

"I'll be looking forward to it. Tryouts start at 3:00 on the dot." Coach Willis smiles, patting her back and walking back to his spot.

He knew she would end up trying out, no one just comes to try outs just to watch.

Nova releases a sharp breath before turning around and walking back to class, her five minutes were up. She finds her assigned seat before sitting, somewhat looking forward to after school.