With a simple touch, a wrong move, or a mistake the porcelain can crack and shatter.
There'll be no rest in peace but in pieces. You'll feel every bit hitting the cold clinker floor.
Let's hope that you fall asleep before you fall apart,
'Cause the...
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Chapter 4
Another sleepless night passed by and unfortunately this was my first day of school, my new school that is. I haven't been to school for what felt like ages, my situation didn't allow it. Even though people only knew it as a 'troublesome kid syndrome - who ran away from home on a rebel march'. If just that was the case.
Luckily I'm now of legal age which allows me to live on my own without guardians, without detectives wannabes creeping around and asking what I've been up to all day. Either way, I didn't really have any.
I went up towards the refrigerator and scanned its content.
′Nothing. Great start on a great day.′
While walking out the front door I grabbed my jeans backpack and headed to a day of studies.
After walking a couple of blocks I fluttered with the jacket to get some cooling air across my skin. Without any success, I stopped midway when another wave of heat swept through me.
'I should have taken the pills with me. Shit, what the hell am I thinking. I need to have the upper hand. Focus Beck.'
My hands automatically went to remove my jacket and my upper body was now left with a plain white t-shirt. I sighed in relief as I felt the cold breeze touching my skin and I simply wished I'd have it under control.
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"Rebekah Roe, born ninety-eight." An old lady scrolled down some documents on her computer while sighing "there's no address here..."
A smile plastered my face when I explained that I hadn't quite found an apartment yet and was crashing with some friends. I'd rather have her believing that then register my place of stay on a public forum. Especially when I lived in a basement under some sort of scabby pub, who most likely were washing money from the looks of it.
She nodded her head, not even bothering to write it down. Then she handed me some paper including my schedule, information on the school business, and probably a bunch of other stuff as well 'cause the booklet was huge. Bullshit papers that were gonna end up spread out on the floor in the hallway or in the nearest trash can.
"You'll be attending class B13, it's down the hall to your left." I thanked her and scoffed when I was out of the office.
'She could have shown me the way. My sense of location sucks and I'm probably gonna end up in the wrong classroom, even after looking around for an eternity.'
