letters from mother (ON HOLD)

chapter 3: the pieces are coming together

throughout the rest of the day all I could concentrate on was the realization that my parents walked these halls, they met here, they fell in love here and I knew nothing of it. all the puzzle pieces started falling into place as I realized more and more, the old hag literature teacher staring me down, the teachers always watching my sister and I, the endless comparisons of myself to my parents. they were waiting for the same thing to happen again, they wanted another love story, another couple of kids who find their soul mates at this school,
they miss my parents.
I kept my thoughts to myself when nell questioned me about what I had said earlier. I just couldn't bring myself to tell her about everything, it would overwhelm her knowing all the realizations that happened today. I kept my mouth shut. soon enough, she gave up trying to pry information out and the car ride home was eerily silent.
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the celebrations began as soon as we got home, aunt claire had invited some of our friends over to spend the night as today had been Friday. my best friend Kaiylee was the only person out of the group that I actually wanted there. she knew everything about me (even the dreams) so she and I spent most of our night separated from the other girls talking about what I realized that day. she understood everything. it was like she was actually my twin and not nell. About halfway through our conversation about today's events we were called for desserts and then sent upstairs because according to
my uncle will "teenage girls are loud and annoying" that was true for everyone there except for Kaiylee and myself. but instead of protesting everyone went upstairs and gossiped to their hearts content before passing out from what seemed like a sugar coma which meant that Kaiylee and I couldn't finish our conversation. I sat awake for a while afraid to fall asleep in fear of hitting my head again but sadly, my bodily clock forced me to sleep and once again I awake with a start and slam
my head on the wooden block. I feel the blood trickle down onto my face and as I get up to check it out a book hits the floor. a book addressed to me.