Chapter 8

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My Sunday was pretty uneventful, it consisted of homework, yeah already on the first week, scandalous and I also just went grocery shopping so I could cook for mom and I for when she comes home from work. She works on Sunday, because working in weekends means more money.

I know that she's doing this for us, but it would be nice to see her more since I don't really know anything about my mom or the other way around.

She tries to get closer to me when we eat together on Sunday, but that's about it.

Anyway, when I came home it was already 6:30pm so time to start cooking dinner.

Just as I was done cooking dinner, I heard my mom come home.

"Hi mom, how was work?" I asked.

"It was okay, tiring of course  but that's just how it is" she replied. We talked some more, before cleaning up and then I was left to do the dishes and mom went to her room, maybe sleeping, maybe watching TV, I don't really know.

After I was done it was already 9 and I decided to just get ready for bed and go to sleep, bc I was really tired. Homework combined with taking care of yourself and your mom is really tiring, but I can't complain, she's the one making money and working.

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Monday

Beep beep

My alarm went off. I groaned, but got up anyway, I don't have time to snooze.

I took a shower, got dressed and went downstairs. I took the cereal and milk. Cereal before milk (Fite me) and ate my breakfast quickly, I wanted to be at school a little early, because I don't like to get there when it's already really loud. I'm loud myself, but I don't like the chaos when everyone is talking at the same time and running around, especially in the morning.

I got my backpack, put in my earphones and went out the door, walking to school. Listening to music in the morning is a necessity for me, I can't start my day without it. It's a routine from my old school, bc it would help calm me down before going to school and since the anxiety is still there, it still helps.

Before I knew it, I was at school. I walked in and as I expected it was pretty empty, I went to my locker, got my books and went to class, I could just keep myself busy there.

Once in the classroom, I went to a desk in the back and rested my head in my arms, maybe trying to get some more rest, before class starts.

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I wanted to make this chapter longer, but I also wanted to publish this for Chan's birthday, so sorry if it's short.

Anygay a very happy birthday to the best leader we could've asked for Bang Chan, I can't explain how much his words have done for me and I really hope he's feeling happy and doing good :)








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