chapter 2

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Hey guys! Really excited to finally start writing this again and you guys have waited way too long! So I'm going to jump right into it and not bore you guys.
In the words of my idol, EternalLaughter,
Stay Creepy, my friends!
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I got up around eight, unable to fall back asleep. The rain hadn't let up in the last two hours and it was starting to get on my nerves.
I sigh as I turn on the TV to The Walking Dead and start the coffee machine. I look out to the dark grey of the cold world and watch the storm clouds roll by, dropping icey tears onto the unforgiving earth.
This world is nothing, I think to myself, and I am nothing in it. I am lost, drifting in a space that just needs to be filled. I have no purpose here, no reason for happiness, I just drift.
My thoughts were disrupted as the coffee machine beeped that it was done. I would've been staring outside all day if I didn't have a knot in my stomach, screaming at me to allow the warm, creamy goodness to splash onto my tongue and roll down my throat, warming me crop the cold, dead of winter and the outside world.
I immediately added my creamer and sugar, stirring it all before making my way to the couch to watch my favorite show of people getting their eye shot out.
I was almost in tears when this happened to Carl. "No! My little cookie! He can't be dead!" But that question remained unknown to me as the episode ended and they just started playing reruns. "Awe come on!" I shouted, throwing a pillow of the couch at the TV.
I gave an angry growl as I began to notice my coffee was gone and that I had to get up to make more. "Why do I have to move!" I groaned.
"Why the Fuck are you up?" Dezeray asked as she made her way downstairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her short black hair fell in front of them, the green just barely sticking out.
"Couldn't go back to sleep since school was cancelled." I said. "Why aren't you up?" I counteracted.
"Because it's illegal to be up at this ungodly hour!" She exclaimed, heading to the kitchen.
"No it's not! It just should be." I mumbled, crossing over my arms. The day had just started and I can already tell that it's going to be a long one.

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Sorry guys that the chapters are so short! I'm doing a double update today so don't worry! I won't forget! Love you my cinnamon rolls!

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