Chapter one

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'A wonderful Monday morning. My absolute favorite.' Amy thought as she made her way through the hall to put her bag down.
'Fake it till you make it huh?' Said the infamous Chloe.
'What the hell are you talking about?' Amy responded
'You're obviously faking your whole illness. Cut the crap will you?'
'Why on earth would I fake something like this?'
'You tell me.' Chloe said with a raised brow.
Amy had had enough of her bullshit and took her medication out of her bag and shoved it in Chloe's face 'Here. Faking it my ass.' And with that she stormed off.

She was raging. Faking it! How could anyone fake anything like this. Why would anyone fake something like this?

She felt a tap on her shoulder. 'Hey are you okay? My friends aren't normally like this with an illness or to anyone else.' One of Chloe's friends came to her and asked.
'I'm fine.' A short and simple answer. Cold if you will. But yet inside she was feeling a new feeling. Her stomach was turning and her heart was pounding and wanting to jump out of her chest.
'Okay. Once again I'm so sorry about them. I'm Kate by the way.' She said
'Amy.' Another cold response. 'It's great to meet you. I need to go I'll see you around though?' She said with a sort of hopeful face. Amy simply nodded and Kate ran off.
What was this new feeling? Fear? Shock? Hatred? Absolutely not. Her heart longed for her. But she just met her. And she likes men? Right?

In class Amy couldn't stop thinking about this Kate. Why was she lingering in her mind the entire time. Why was she running around the whole time. Get out. Get out. Amy. Amy. Amy. 'Amy! Are you even concentrating?' Tne teacher asked.
'Yes ma'am I'm sorry.'
'Then where does the femur lay?'
Check your text book QUICK.
'It's the thigh bone ma'am.'
'Alright. Thank you Amy.'

As Amy left the school she wanted to see Kate again, why? She had no idea.

She got into her mom's car and the questions started. 'How was your day' her mother asked.
'Fine' She responded. She didn't intend to be cold or rude. She was just like this, and her mother understood and she didn't mind.
'Did anything interesting happen?'
'No.' Another cold reply.

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