Hear Me

Forty- Seven

I open my mouth to speak and tell Stephen what's on my mind.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

But then I hear it.

He can't be there.

Stephen tells him that he's talking to someone.

Me.

He then once more asks me what's wrong.

I can't tell him anymore.

I quietly ask him who is with him.

Please don't let it be him.

He tells me that he crashed at Freddie's.

I can't breathe.

I go to say something, but I'm choking on the tears that won't fall.

I need to get out of here.

Stephen's panicked voice from the other end of the line is asking what's going on.

But he already knows everything, he has to.

I yank my phone away from my ear and chuck it across the room.

I need to get out of here.

Somebody, save me.

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People think finals are a big deal... and then there's me who could care less... I have bad testing skills anyways, it's not like taking finals are going to suddenly make them better -_- '

But yeah, more info on the lack of updating:
Bio: 2 projects
English: Final essay
History: Final essay
Math: Review packet that takes forever if you lost your notes
Art: Final project (I MADE A TREE CUP)

And last Saturday... not the one that just passed, the one before that, I was at an amusement park with my friend and I found a kitten and after trying to explain to my mom that I was taking it home and her saying "tell your father" blah blah blah, I just took it home, showed her, then showed my dad, and then showed the rest of my family and they were all like AWWWW so she's my new cat and I'm fully responsible for her and she's SO NEEDY because she's only like 5-6 weeks so yeah. K ANYWAYS.

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