day one.
"Beatrice, it's time for school."
"I'm going to die, mom." I state, grabbing my bag.
"You'll do fine! You'll see."
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"How was school?" I hear my mom say behind me.
"Fantastic." I grumble making my way upstairs to room.
Locking the door behind me I find someone sitting on my bed.
He was remarkably beautiful with his colored hair.
"Who are you?" I whisper.
"You have blood on your lip." He says standing up.
Walking up to me, he wipes the blood gently from my lip with his sweater.
"I'm Michael. Michael Clifford."
"You're one of my dads patient, aren't you?" Remembering I heard my dad mention his name.
He nods. "Aren't you afraid that you found a random boy in your room?"
"It's normal for me." I smile.
He grins.
"My name is Beatrice. Beatrice Stanford."
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