The Health Project

Chapter 18

~What do I look like? The Wizard of Oz? You need a brain? You need a heart? Go ahead. Take mine. Take everything I have.~

I was saddened by the sudden departure of a loved one. AKA me. I haven't been myself lately. Ever since Avengers: Endgame came out and all I do all day is dodge spoilers like a fly from a swatter. Yeah, sure things in the Alessandro department aren't going too well and that's a major key in my small but very real depression era.

I feel the need to connect with Alessandro but I don't want to so now I only connect with Isaac and Sarah. Although, I think I may stop with Isaac because I'm pretty sure the last session I had with him he had hope for our relationship to start once more. I don't want to get his hopes up but it'll never happen. I do in a way think this will play out because well, it's Alessandro and Zeinab. Zeinab and Alessandro. The dream team. The girl who broke his steel walls around his heart.

Damn it. I need more ice cream. Since I'm a senior I leave school a week early mostly to work on graduation. Sarah and I have already planned it. Since I don't have a family I graduate with the comfort of her family.

To tell you a secret, I just want to spend my graduation with the people I love. I think Sarah knows though. She's always known me better than me.

I just want Alessandro and I to go eat some nice ass food but I don't want to leave home.

Wait.

Olive Garden delivers.

Hallelujah, I saved my graduation. Yup. I've decided I don't want to have joint graduation. I'll have to tell Sarah that soon but for now, my mission is to stealthily run down to the gas station and grab me some snacks for the weekend.

I start getting ready reminding myself I only have two weeks till school ends. Maybe I can work at Olive Garden. Ooouuuu. Talk about a dream come true.

I grabbed the closest jacket which seemed to be a red and navy puffy winter jacket but no matter the color. I shrugged on over my white cropped cami and grey sweats. Well, the jacket wasn't over my sweats but you get it. You aren't an idiot. I walked to the shoes and picked out my white grey fluffed crocs. I shoved them on and ran out the door making a mental list of what I wanted.