Katrina Grey has always steered clear out of drama's way seeing to the fact that she has a secret, and with the constant changes in society, that secret might emotionally and physically destroy her or save the lives of those who she loves.
But one...
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Hayden and Amelia are not at home. Last night they made my sister and I sit with them at the dining table to tell us that they would not be home for another two weeks or so. Abigail didn't say anything, neither did I. I wasn't upset at them but it is like that we are being a burden on them and I do not like it.
Abigail and I actually conversed yesterday. Even though a small talk, it was fine with me because well...I don't really like talking to her. Its not because she is a cheerleader or something but because that she is two different people. She lets her friends think bad about her when she isn't.
What difference would it make?
Is what she says every time when I ask her to change. Change for the good, for the betterment. But I am no one to tell her what to do, am I?
But at least I am happy for her. Happy that the incident didn't change her life like it did to mine. Like it did not wreck her through and through. Like it didn't destroy her like fragments of rocks crushed and turned into dust and sand.
She mourns. She is sad but she doesn't show it. Nobody does. Yet we survive. those people who say that they have gone through so much, clearly haven't lived Abigail's or my lives.
Sometimes I wonder how we survived. We lost our ways. We found our ways. We died. We lived. We went the obstacles of life and reached here. Each one of us are made up of only ourselves and nobody else. Nobody made us. Mom and dad just made our base, we stood tall with it. Sure there were times when we didn't know what to do but for that I would like to thank the one and only Google.
I don't know what would have happened if Google wasn't there to help us. it taught me how to cook food, how to use a washing machine and basically everything else that I do now.
I get out of my bed lazily and jump in the shower. Sometimes I just like taking really hot showers, you know, to practise burning in hell. Honestly, I can see it so clearly. Me dying and then going to hell aka my first home. Not literally. Slamming the gates of hell open, removing my shoes, giving a high-five to Satan and asking the Wi-Fi password.
Once I get out of the shower I decide to wear a white hoodie with black knee-length socks putting shorts underneath my over-sized hoodie. I wear White sneakers from Nike. I dry my hair and smile to myself. Putting on my wig and lenses, today I put make-up.
Well if lip gloss counts as make-up. Of course it does, doesn't it?
I smile to myself and start making my way towards the door humming 'Lavender's Blue'. I take my car keys and exit my house. Locking the door behind me, I get to my car. Turning on the ignition and the radio as well, I enjoy a sweet ride.
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I sit in my chair with Xavier behind me kicking my chair continuously.
I am sitting in detention with our Calculus teacher as our supervisor. Mr. Hart.
