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==Nathan==
Weeks past and it remained the same. Every morning I wake up at 7 to get ready for school. If I was lucky I get an actual good night sleep, but most days I would wake up late at night from bone chilling dreams that prevent me from sleep.
After I wake up, I would lazily grab the first thing I touch from my closet and throw it on. I didn't see why to even try; who was I trying to impress?
By the time I was ready and heading downstairs, my parents would already be standing at the kitchen. Sometimes they would be talking or reading the paper but everytime they hear me barely enter the room, they always immediately turn their complete attention to me. I didn't see why though. I would sometimes ask myself, 'Why is it now that they see that I failed in life that they all of a sudden want to be so involved in what I do?' Were they trying to be some supportive emotional support group waiting to attempt to pick me up when I break down?
It bothered me sometimes but I never spoke out about it. I knew they wouldn't take me seriously. Sometimes I don't even take myself seriously.
Usually they would ask if I was ready to go as if I was a kid on the first day of school. I would reply with a basic nod and avoid eye contact. After that they would offer to serve me breakfast but I refuse. Lately, I hadn't been up to eat like I used to. It was as if my own shame was eating away my appetite that I hardly ever felt hunger.
I head straight to my car, making sure that my parents didn't watch me through the window like they would sometimes. When it was clear, I would drive down the street, heading to school.
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When my classes ended, I would slump to my car and drive off to get something to eat. I avoided the places where I used to hang out knowing I would most likely run into someone I knew. I would mostly stay in drive throughs and try to keep my head down as much as I could.
By the time I got home, my parents would either still be at work or off someplace for the day. Before, they used to ask me if I wanted to come along but I'm guessing that after the countless times of me rejecting their invitations, they got the hint to stop asking. I know that I shouldn't be avoiding everyone like I'm doing but it's as if everywhere I turn, I see the faces of all those people who knew about my failure. I feel as though everyone I even glance at knows about what happened and I honestly am just too scared and ashamed to want to face it...
