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"Daes and read a feebsites, but nothing is useful I do stu similar questions about pills

It takes e to create an account and post such a huge secret on the internet for anyone to read I go with the name Unbeautiful because it’s about as far away froet

After I post et dressed inOn my way out of the apartment, I rush by the wooden circle in the hallway because, like at hoivesdown and burn it

I’ve never been a jogger before, but I’ the soundlessness therapeutic, as if I’ve somehow outrunthe pave of nervousness, like sootten stronger with each passing day I find lance behindtheirwalk Today, the streets and sidewalk are vacant, though

Everything re a wonderful break fro lot of my apartment complex

"Emery," Ellis’s voice rolls over my shoulder "You have to cohten as I spin around, half expecting hi under the carport No one is there, though, not even any of hbors

I scan the yard for a few uilt over leaving Ellis behind in Ralingford

But as I step back intofeels off, out of place I look around the living roos, and soda cans cover the counters and table, exactly where I left the off, I take a shower to rinse off the sweat I ball up my lacy black shirt and jean shorts just to add wrinkles before putting therained habits, and by the tih my veins

In the past, the next step of , broaves with silky curls at the ends, h, they’re a different story No ns of life, even now Still, I try to put sparkle in them, dress the

But that’s okay It just o into the kitchen to dump one pink pill down the sink Then I sit down by theto eat uy who hasin a notebook His shoulders are slouched, as if the weight of the world is bearing down on hi, too, and his eyes… He seeh he’s been beaten down From afar, he reminds me of the people back at home that live on the Shadow side of town But up close, he’s a eous person I’ve ever crossed paths with

The longer I stare at him, the more I becoracefully across the paper I wonder what he’s writing Is he writing about his life? Hi hio ask him for the papers After o out there, though He hasn’t even spoken to me yet, probably because I weird hi watched, the guy’s gaze elevates to the door ofat the door or at me Because I’e froets up to leave Today, instead of going straight up the stairs, he pauses at the bottolances back at a black Cadillac parked near the curb

I lean forward, pressingwhy he’s looking at the car I knohy I did the other night, but a normal person shouldn’t think twice about some random parked car

He continues to stare until the car finally drives away Then he disappears up the stairs

It ht be my paranoia or anxiety, but the situation makes me feel uneasy I check to make sure the doors are locked then pad back todown flat on the floor, I reach under my mattress and pull out the sift from my father "For if anyone finds out what you really are, Eht back up when I saw the contents

Giving it a soft shake, I hear metal clank The uneasiness inside me settles as I put the box away

For the rest of the day, I try to forget about cars and strange neighbors I watch television and binge on Cheetos I’ot dressed up today, since I have nowhere to go Cheerleading tryouts were the other day, and I went only because I was bored Classes don’t start until tomorrow I have no friends except for the ones back hoford, including Evan