Chapter twelve

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               "Alright class, we are starting a new project" Mr.Self announced, wonder what we're doing today.

               Mr.Self grabbed a dried paint bucket with paper in it and started "I will have you students pick one slip of paper and you must make art based off it!"

               He smiled and added "like paintings!, sketches, drawings, sculptures, and all sorts of things!" He said while walking around the classroom and letting everyone pick one out of the bucket.

Some kids got happy about it, some groaned, and some just shrugged. I finally got mine and so did Kore.

On hers was written 'Geodes' I look on mine to see a single word 'Pain'. Suddenly a memory of mom comes back to me.

"Mom are you hurt?!" She had cords and tubes attached to her while she lay in a hospital bed.

" No, I'm not, it's ok Ichicka" She always says that. Then she added "Why would I be in pain with you and Fuyu here?".

Maybe I ask her that because she has cancer, and dad left her and refuses to pay the hospital bills.

"I don't know" I say, even though I do and she does to. "Mom's going to be ok Ichika" I think for a minute "ok, bro".

I don't think she will be ok

Suddenly I feel Kore tap me "You good?" I slowly nod, I'm lying, I've always lied about that. I wonder when I'll break and say something more?

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