I wake up in the morning, dreading my second day of school.
I don't want to go.
"Molly time to get ready for school!" My aunt Kara yells from downstairs.
How about no.
I sigh loudly, and push myself up and out of bed.
I go to my closet, and quickly decide what to wear.
I look at myself in the mirror, and almost start to cry.
I look so much like my mother.
Everything about me looks like her.
And I don't like that.
I wipe my watery eyes and make my way downstairs.
I have a feeling that today is going to be bad day.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
