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Pip

The days go by more heavy than last week. How can these days become more painfully? The bag with my books feel even more heavy today. I really had to skip today. I should have stayed in bed. Sleep all day long. It sounded so much better, but me and my stupid brain had to force myself to school. To be pushed around again. Picked last at gym and get hit by the football every time. What teacher thinks it is alright to play dodge ball with footballs?! I would surely get bruises in a while. When I was changing I already noticed the red spots burn my skin. I could not wait to stay in bed and sleep. Aunt would probably already sit in her chair by the fireplace. I could hear her questions already. Asking about girls in my class. Asking if there would be someone special on my mind. Asking me if I wanted some tea. Maybe even ask me when my friends would come over anytime soon. I knew she loved my friends. She always learned new words from them. Aunt wasn't just the crazy old lady that would stay home and do nothing. She was still working. Mostly as a helper at the hospital. I always called it 'Cheap nurse'. She does get paid less than the others. But she always took some days off to be 'The old lady that could rock your sweaters'. She liked to make things. Things no one had. But she wasn't very good in cooking. That did not hold her back from trying. Specially those Sunday shows. She loved to try out new things. Last week she found some magazines that had some 'Do-it-yourself' things in it. She told me that this week she would try to make candles. Aunt might be crazy, but she is lovely crazy.

Oh and then there is John. All you really needed to know about him was simple. Twice removed cousin, always tired somehow (probably because he is out at nights all the time), comes home every now and then, lives on his own since last year and is into fashion. Stephanie had a crush on him for months. She thought we didn't know, but she made it so obvious to us. We never told her John wasn't like that. He wasn't into girls..

My keys make a lot more noise than they should as I walk the steps to the front door. The apartment seems further than normal. I really hate the carpet in the hallway. Ugly light brown with blood red. I always wondered if they did use blood to paint it. We lived in the eighty's, but this apartment surely reminded me of the wild west mixed with the eighteen hundreds. My hands shake as I unlock the door and drag myself inside. The smell of burned cookies welcome me inside. I close the door and immediately lock it. Today I wasn't going out. The rest of the days no friends would come over.

"Pip, is that you?!" I hear the yelling coming from the kitchen.

"Yes Aunty. I am here. Should I make some dinner already?" I yell back. I was always trying my best to not laugh at her bad cooking skills. This would probably be the only fun I would have in weeks..

"No need for that. Remember that group of ladies we met at the store the other day? They are coming over to talk about that show. Remember that show I always watch on Wednesday. They are bringing over some good food as well." Aunt tells me. She really sounds excited about it. Finally some friends. My room is so close. Just some piece an quiet. Please.

"Okay Aunty. I am going to make my homework. Tell me when they come over." I say those last words almost running to my room. Sleep. Escape. Peace. All I wanted right now. Maybe the world would be less boring when I woke up..