Chapter 8-

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I'm With You, Always-

Chapter 8-

Tired, that was all I felt. I didn't sleep at all, why? I don't know. Every time I went to go to sleep I couldn't. I really wasn't in the mood for school today, but I knew I had to go which I cursed at. "Chelsea! Breakfast!" I heard my mother shout.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back. I chucked on dark wash jeans, a white tank top and yellow converse along with a yellow bow in my high ponytail. Since my hair was long I could wear it in a high ponytail and it still went to the top of my shoulder blades.

I sprayed myself and grabbed my phone, and headed downstairs to be greeted by everyone. "Hey everyone" I mumbled before sitting down.

"What's wrong with you?" Jax asked. "Didn't sleep we'll?"

"I haven't been to sleep yet" I said.

"Why?" My mum asked coming over to me.

"I couldn't sleep" I said taking a sip of coffee. "Don't ask" I said.

Once I had drank four cups of coffee I was wide awake. "I'll take the dogs out" I said.

"Okay" My dad said. He sent me a smile.

I called the dogs and took them outside. I placed my headphones in and listened to Ed Sheeran.

'Oh, woah

Oh, woah mmm

Oh, woah mmm

Come on skinny love just last the year

Pour a little salt we were never here

My my my - my my my

My my

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all

Cut all of the ropes and let me fall

My my my - my my my

My my

Right in the moment this order's tall

And I told you to be patient

And I told you to be fine

And I told you to be balanced

And I told you to be kind

And in the morning I'll be with you

But it will be a different kind

'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets

And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here

Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere

My my my - my my my

My my

Sullen load is so slow on the spit

And I told you to be patient

And I told you to be fine

And I told you to be balanced

And I told you to be kind

And now all your love is wasted

Well then who the hell was I?

Cause now I'm breaking at the britches

And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you? who will fight?

And who will fall, far behind?

Who will love you? who will fight?

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