"And there's darkness here
The whole world I fear
In my room I seem to drown
But I won't let them take me down"
- Seven Lions
I'm adding the finishing touches to my self-portrait painting that is due tomorrow for mid-terms when my dad enters my room.
"Hey honey," he says leaning against my dresser, "how's it going?"
I don't bother to look up at him as I continue working, "Fine."
"Okay," he says, "well, Julia and I are going to go out for dinner. There's leftovers in the fridge."
"Kay," I say focusing on getting the aluminum I had carved out to stick to my canvas.
I hear my door shut and I call out, "Wait! Dad!"
My door quickly opens and he pokes his head inside, "Yeah?"
"Uh, can you get me a membership at your gym?" I ask, actually leaning around my easel and looking at him this time.
"Sure, we can go tomorrow. You have minimum days all this week right?"
"Yeah, we get out at 11:45," I remind him.
"Okay, well we can stop by on the way home from school," he smiles before shutting my door. I hear his footsteps getting quieter as he walks down the hall.
I decided that lack of sleep and stress are definitely triggers for my hallucinations and nightmares. I looked it up and they say that exercise is really good for combating stress and insomnia. So, I figure I can go to the gym and get back into shape. I haven't really exercised since the end of the tennis season last year so I'm sure I could use it.
When I'm happy with my painting, well, as happy as I think I ever will be, I move on to studying for the pre-calculus test on Tuesday. I try to stay focused on solving the equations from the study guide but my mind keeps wandering to the nightmare I had on Saturday. I could still feel his mouth on mine and it made me sick and anxious. I've never been kissed before, so it was weird to have had such a vivid feeling of what it would be like. My phone vibrates next to me and drags me from my thoughts.
It's a text from Decker and I involuntarily smile.
Decker: How do you feel about seafood?
Me: I like it
Decker: Awesome. I know where we are eating on Friday.
Me: Where?
Decker: That's for me to know and you to find out on Friday ;)
I squeal at the wink emoji but quickly scold myself for getting too worked up.
Me: Fine.
Decker: What are you doing?
Me: Trying to study for the pre-calc test :(
Decker: And how's that going?
Me: Not very good. I think I'm going to fail.
Decker: I doubt it. You have an A in the class.
Me: And how would you know that?
Decker: You've gotten A's on all the quizzes so far. And you're always the first one to finish taking them.

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Fighting the Disquiet
Ficțiune adolescențidisquiet [disˈkwīət] NOUN a feeling of anxiety or worry ------------------------------------- After a nightmare before school begins taking over her life, El Clark has decided to write off making friends and most definitely finding a boyfriend at he...