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"A beautiful story about two young hearts merged together to save a dying one..."
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15| ℬᎾℳᎯ
FRIDAY. 8AM. The sun isn't so bright this morning, and Mr. Ortega has started with his speakers again. I turn around to glance at the purple sheet briefly.
"One day to prom." Cortana announces.
"Thanks Cortana."
"Remember Boma, most times, all you need is a really deep breath, and some dark chocolate." I laugh at that quote, dark chocolate is my least favourite chocolate.
I look up at the ceiling, wrapping my arms around my shoulders and stretching out my sore joints before exhaling.
After dropping a kiss on my newest best friend, Pooch, the teddy bear Ivan brought me, I fling open my blanket and walk to the mirror, because habits are those things you do frequently that become an integral part of you.
I remember last night, how out of gravity I felt in his arms. It was a good weightlessness, the kind that makes you want to close your eyes and free fall knowing you won't hit the surface.
"Call Chinny. . ." Cortana reminds me.
"Right. Right." I rush back to the bed and pick up my phone. The smashed screen stings like a postoperative sore throat.
I see my screensaver and think of the hug again. They were right, love messes with your head.
Chinny picks up on the first ring.
"Y-you didn't tell me . . . if you said yes, you just hung up." Her groggy voice makes me chuckle.
"It turned out better than I can tell you on the phone," I say.
"Wait. Really?" The complete sentences tell me she's more awake. "Buns, like seriously? Gist me."
"Mom is travelling this morning with Tee and she'll be back tomorrow morning. Can you sleep over?"
"I don't mind. Just tell her to call my mom."
"Okay, I'll tell you everything when you come over."
"Wait, but you mean there's gist?"
I laugh. "You'll have to wait to hear."
"You sound different. Like rule breaker different. BUNS, WHAT DID YOU DO???"
"I'll see you." I hang up and move back to the mirror.
My first day at Cedar Heights High School was almost miserable. After crying, kicking, writing essays, and holding one-man debates, explaining to Mom how boarding school was better than day school, she dropped me off in my class, and I frowned all the way to the back seat in my oversized uniform.
