1-voices in my head

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(Camila)

    "Come on, you can do this," I muttered to myself as I turned my alarm off. I groaned and sat up on my bed, taking a big breath and caught the smell of June wafting into my nose. I rested my bony feet on the cold wooden floor and leaned forward to reach for my wardrobe, with my hand automatically reaching for my NASA t-shirt involuntarily. Muscles in your heart also beat involuntarily, the nerdy voice in my brain (whom I named Marie after Marie Curie) instantly told me. Okay Marie, it's the last day of school and I don't want to think- just give me a break okay? I told Marie. Silence. Thank you. I thought.

    Too bad his heart doesn't also beat involunta- whatever that word is. The dark side of my brain (whom I called Dark for obvious reasons) suddenly took over for a few seconds and left me shivering and whimpering silently in my brain. I took a deep breath and tried to control and reign my own thoughts. Dark, can you wait until school's over. Look, I will make a deal to you- after 5:30pm tonight, you can say whatever you want and voice your own opinions, deal? I asked, hoping that she will take that offer and not cause trouble for me, just like last time while I was at school, because that was just straight up embarrassment and public humiliation.

    Deal. You should thank me for being such a generous person today since it is the last day of school and I could control you for the rest of the summer. Dark said, which a powerful laughter as the end which resonated in my brain. Over the years, I have learnt not to fight with Dark, but to go along with it and treat them like 5 year olds and make and say things crystal clear. And to be honest, her ideas are not that bad sometimes.

    School, Marie said, knowledge is the most powerful weapon that anyone could have. Okay, okay. Right. School. Last Day. You can do this. I quickly picked up the NASA t-shirt from my drawer and a pair of jeans and my bra and head towards the bathroom, where I will change and brush my teeth while Marie continues to spit out facts and knowledge so quick that even I couldn't even keep up with her.

    After a nice wash of my face, I knocked on the door.

    "Sofi." I said, and barged into the room, earning me a loud groan from my dear sister.

    "You are such an irritant." my sister said, with her face half buried into the lovely blankets. Without warning, I strided towards the window and opened the curtains, allowing sunlight to enter in the dark bedroom. She groans, and said a string of curse words which I winced to show my disapproval of her use of language.

    "I'm leaving in 15 minutes. With or without you." I said with no emotion on my face and left the room, not wanting to wait for a reaction.

    After a quick breakfast, I hopped into the car with Sofi riding shotgun. Since her middle school does not have dress code, she usually wears the shortest skirt in the house and a tank top to school, showing her rather beautiful figure which should be shown when it was needed to be shown, not for boys or pervy male teachers to see every single day. As I drove through the speed bumps, her skirt rides up a little bit more, ready to expose her panties. Stop staring at your sister. What is the difference of you staring at her than those pervy boys staring at her in school? I asked myself and tore my eyes away from her and kept them on the road.

    After 15 minutes of the car ride, I dropped her off at Greensville Middle School. Before she goes, I said, "3:30 here, and we are going to go to Walmart to pick up some food. Don't be late, or else I would ban you from seeing your friends this summer." Staring at the phone, she rolled her eyes and opened the car door.

    "Yes mom," she said and smirked at me. Little brat. She definitely knows how to get on my nerves.

    "Go," I ordered her. She put on the fakest smile and slammed the car door. Readers, I'm sorry if I sound like I'm being very mean to my sister, but I am just trying to protect her. She is going the 'popular' route and I am praying that she would realize how stupid that is. And I am usually a very nice person.

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