It's been 6 days since I last ate at dinner.
I mean, I don't know about you, but I'd definitely call that some pretty damn good progress.. I guess?
Not really, but at this point, I'll take anything at this point.
This is me having a mental fight with my heart and brain 'cause I can't decide if I want to trust my biological family or not.
One side's like, if you trust them, it'll end up alright, loosen your un-trusting ass up.
Other side's like, don't trust them fuckwit, you'll get your ass betrayed again.
Then I'm like, well, if I do trust them and they do 'betray' me, it'll be worth the new experience, right? Plus, I'm like 15, I can move out.. soon.
3 years is fine, I think I'd be able to manage mental abuse. Maybe not so much physical.
It's Wednesday today, I skipped school on Friday, Monday and Tuesday cause I was.. busy.
Well, Friday, I just simply could not be asked to go, and on Monday and Tuesday, I was actually busy.
Busy thinkin' about everyone finding out, and my master plan to get Mary's note back.
Basically.. sneaking out, catching a plane to London, locating my old home, get that note back and come back here.
No one would notice if I'm going for 4 days.. right?
Plus, it's such a good idea. Like, I'm rich and have soo much money for a flight to London and back.
Y'know, times like this is when street-racing comes in handy. Maybe 3k would be enough, just hardly. Manageable though.
Oh yeah, I do have school today, since I can't find anymore excuses. I know I said I was excited to finally be able to go to school, it's really not that good. Nothing special about it, just some rich jocks trying to get in the plastics' pants.
Really, nothing special.
Other than that, the classes are pretty boring, the only thing that keeps me sane there are my trusty airpods.
It's a fun way to kill time, homework is.
And it's not really that hard, but that's probably because I'm new and they think I'm as stupid as a rock.
News flash: I'm not.
I'm actually pretty damn decent considering I've never been to an actual physical school, ever.
Anyway, it's 4:32am right now, and I quite literally have nothing to do.
I could practice my amazing dancing skills, or I could sing.
Well, I won't sing at 4am cause I'm not that much of a psychopath, and I'm not completely evil. And dancing.. I'd rather not.
Oh, what if I sneaked out to go on a walk? No one would notice, cause they don't come in my room as much anymore.
Yeah that's cause they didn't have a reason too, but, they may wanna remind you that you have school today..
Right.. I'll be back before 6am, I doubt anyone would be looking for me in my room at 6.
6am, for that fact.
Just as I emerge from my bed, a knock comes from behind the door.
These bitches always coming at the wrong time. I roll my eyes and drag myself over to the door, grumpily twisting the hinge and opening it.
I was actually taking this into consideration.
"What?" I sigh, not even bothering to look up.
"Whatcha doing awake at 4am, Azalea?" Aidan warily asks.
I lift my head up to look- I mean glare at him.
He stifles a laugh and then proceeds to welcome himself in my bedroom.
"I can't sleep," I lie, I could sleep if I wanted too, but then again, these nightmares are just getting annoying. Coming left and right, all the damn time.
"Ohhh.. well, what do you want to do?"
What's with these people and thinking I want to willingly hang out with them?
I raise my eyebrow at him, knowing he has something in mind. Who else comes to your room at 4am asking if you want to do something?
"Fine, can we play chess again? I'm seriously doubting you beat THE Nicholas at chess, and he's pretty surprised and unbelieving too."
"You think I cheated? How do you even cheat in chess?" The fuck?
"Um- Let's just go play.. please," He mumbles.
I reluctantly nod, its not like I have anything better to do right now.
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We quietly- no, I quietly tip-toed to the gaming room, while Aidan blabbered on about random things, loudly. Way, way too loudly.
I gently push the gaming room doors open, shocked to see everything set out.
I scoff, it's almost like he knew I was going to say yes.
"Wait, today we have school- why are we playing chess instead of getting ready?"
"School starts in 3 hours, Azalea," He deadpans.
I take a seat on the floor and criss-cross my legs.
Aidan takes a seat in front of me, beaming.
"You seem real confident, I'll prove you wrong, geezer," I taunt. He's not really that old, I guess.
"It's okay to have dreams, Azzy," He smugly smiles. He seems real convinced.
Chuckling, I make my first move. He is so going down. Like for-real, I'll have him in a headlock and wrestle him to the ground for doubting my amazing talents and showcased skills.
He just has no skills. Jealousy doesn't suit him. Nothing does though.
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"What the fuck Azalea! This is some sort of- Ugh!" Aidan shout angrily. I told him I'd win.
Right, so we ended up playing 4 matches and I won every, single, one of them.
Now it's my turn to smugly smile.
"You're just bad, and jealous," I shrug, adding gasoline to the fire.
Frustrated, he runs a hand through his hair.
I innocently smile at him.
He stomps out of the gaming room.
Somehow, that took two hours.
I'm just better, and he can't accept that.
I too, calmly walk out of the gaming room; go to my own bedroom.
Walking into my walk-in closet, I scan the room for my uniform.
They sit there folded on top of my drawers.
I happily walk over to them, glad they were easy to find.
Believe it or not, I really am not the neatest person ever.
I then go to my bathroom, strip from my clothes and take a cold shower.
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I lay back onto a beige loveseat sofa in the corner.
30 minutes till school.
Honestly, I could make a TikTok account, I've thought about doing so a few times.
Obviously, it's quite literally impossible with no phone or anything.. but y'know. Make what you have work, that is, if you actually have anything.
Even though I was left without devices and access to the internet, (not including public devices) I wasn't completely oblivious to my surroundings and 'trends', I just couldn't participate in them. Like, before I got a phone, I knew how to work one because I'd seen people using phones and I borrowed some from strangers to check the time and stuff. Also, Vincent would let me use his all the time.
Sighing, I finally decide towards making one. It can't cause me any harm, right? Plus, it's not like I'll upload, I'd definitely have a breakdown from the intense cringe. I'm a reeally awkward person.. if you couldn't tell.
After a few minutes of setting up, I manage to make one with an email I'd previously created. Like, an email I've had for years now, I made it in London. Cause apparently you needed an email to work those computers. Bullshit, I know.
Unfortunately, 30 minutes isn't as long as I had anticipated, it flew by so quickly.
Now I need to go to school, yay.
Half filled with sarcasm this time, it's not that bad- I guess.