thirteen

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graysons voice travels into my ears. listening him teach me how to do a math equation.

after minutes of him teaching me, he leaves the room to grab a drink.

i concentrate on the black ink wrote on the white piece of paper.

this is impossible! i thought to myself.

how am i meant to do something that doesn't mean anything to me?

my fingers start to twiddle from being so confused.

"grayson!" i yell out into the hall.

"what?" i hear him from the bottom of the steps. making his way up to my room.

"help me." i asked him.

he rolled his eyes. "how can you not know how to do this?"

"it's hard!" i tell him.

grayson sits back down into brown wooden chair he was sitting in previously.

"no." he twists the cap of his water bottle. "you're just stupid." he laughs taking a sip of water.

my arms cross over each other, not being in the mood for his jokes.

"i'm actually trying." i said walking over to him. sitting down at my desk.

"don't over think too much." he pats my shoulder. "i left you some notes."

grayson pulls out three papers full of notes for me to use.

"thanks." i say grabbing them away from his grip.

he nods his head walking out of my room, closing the door behind him.

my hair falls down over my forehead as i began to read the notes.

each time i go over the notes, i get more confused.

am i this stupid? my mind asked me.

maybe i just need some rest.

my body grows taller as i stood up from my desk.

i walk out of my room into the bathroom. started taking my clothes off and turning the shower on.

water pours onto my back, sending a cooling but yet heated sensation.

i run my hands through my hair, soaking it with the liquid that washes my body.

through some short minutes, i finally turn off the shower and dry off my body. wrapping the towel around my torso.

i walked back into my room and got dressed for the night.

tucking my body in with a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants.

the bedroom light flicks off when my finger comes into contact with it.

my legs pick themselves up after i sat down on my bed.

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