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I'm sitting in math class, drawing nothing in particular on the back of my notepad. Math wasn't hard; it was just...
boring. | didn't need to focus to pass it. It felt like a waste of my time, really. | could be painting instead
This morning, the sunrise was so beautiful. Different hues of orange and purple swirled together like they'd been
pulled from a dream. | wish | could have stayed outside, trying to capture it on canvas. But no-I had to cto
school, my own personal prison. The bell rings, jerkingout of my haze. | look up and watch as students filter
out of the class, their chatter and shuffling echoing in the room. The last one out is Josh, with his messy hair and
that deep dimple. He's so handsome, but the problem is, he knows it. The second problem is that Jess is my best
friend. | would never... but oh, how badly | wanted to. Gosh, | wanted to go there so badly.
Not that Josh would ever look at me. The only the even barely acknowledgesis when I'm at Jess's house.
And even then, | can see it on his face-he has no clue what my nis.
Senior year is going to be the worst. Sure, we made that pact with Sam and all, but | just can't see myself
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That's just not me. Honestly, | have no clue why | agreed to it in the first place. Maybe it was the champagne Jess
smuggled from her mom's stash. Or Sam's relentless persuasion. Whatever it was, | regretted it now.
| glance up just in tto see Luke filter out behind Josh, and a small part ofpicks up on something between
him and Jess. Even if she refuses to admit it, I've seen the way he lingers on her when she walks past. It's subtle
but there-nothing like Josh, whose face is constantly plastered to cheerleaders.
The sound of my notebook closing snapsback to reality. | gather my things, sling my bag over my shoulder,
mentally bracing myself for the day ahead. Tonight's party was going to be horrible. Sure, everyone was hyped,
but I already knew how it would go. Jess and Sam would be in their element-flirting, laughing, and probably
making out with whoever caught their eye first.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd me? I'd be the third wheel, standing awkwardly in the corner with a red Solo cup | had no intention of
drinking from. Or
maybe I'd drink just enough to get tipsy, find an empty room, and hide there while Jess and Sam... did their thing
or whatever. The thought made my stomach twist. Why did | let them talkinto this?
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As | step out of the classroom, the hallway buzzes with energy. People are already talking about tonight, their
voices filled with excitement. Parties like this were supposed to be a rite of passage for seniors-a final hurrah
before we all went our separate ways. But | couldn't shake the feeling that it was just another opportunity for me
to feel out of place.
I'm halfway to my locker when | hear Jess's voice behind me.
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"Laura! Wait up!"
| turn and see her weaving through the crowd, her signature grin plastered across her face. "You're coming
tonight, right?"
| sigh. "I don't know, Jess..."
"Oh, con," she says, nudging me. "I don't want to do this alone. Sam's going to get dresses and meet us at
my house. You can't leavehanging."
I nod reluctantly. Of course, I'd go along with it. That's what | always do. Give in. Don't stand up for myself. Just
cave. Ugh. "Fine," | mumble. "But | need to go hand grab my stuff first."
"Great," she says, her grin lighting up her face. "I'll see you at my place."
As | turn away, heading toward my car, my stomach twists. I'm not sure if it's nerves or dread. Probably both.
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When | walk into my house, it's eerily
quiet. The air smells faintly of stale
smoke and something sharper, like
whiskey. Sure enough, | find my
mother passed out on he couehya
half-empty glassy Key dangling
okedariously from her hand. | sigh,
gently prying the glass away and
setting it on the coffee table,
Grabbing a blanket from the back of
the couch, | drape it over her sleeping
form. On the kitchen counter, |
scribbled a quick note: | went to
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Jess's for the night. Don't wait up.
Not that she ever does. | grab my bag
from my room, stuffing it with a
change of clothes and my sketchpad.
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