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it devours. It’s a disease that creeps into your bloodstream, infecting and then destroying until there is nothing left.
The memory flashes forward again to us making plans to go to the movies that weekend. But first, we had to meet his brother in an abandoned parking lot.
I was very dumb.
Back then, I just wanted people to like me. I never thought for one second that Jack was lying. I kept asking him where his brother was.
“He’ll be here, relax.” His stubble scraped at my chin, his grey eyes searching for something I didn’t have. Iron Maiden’s “Fear of The Dark” played on the radio. He was kissing me. Then he was touching me. A little too much. I don’t exactly believe in waiting until you’re married before you have sex, but c’mon. We had only been going out for two months, and it just felt…wrong.
I tried to stop him and tell him that I wasn’t ready for that kind of thing. But he kept moving everywhere. He kept telling me that he loved me.
Love doesn’t exist, you see. It’s just another shadowy figure that goes bump in the night.
The memory flashes one last time.
I’m washing my hands in the bathroom at Lucky High.
Then everything turns white.
It’s time to wake up now, before the memory turns into a nightmare. Leena is jumping up and down on my bed. “Wake up, Sophie Sunshine!” she is singing very loudly. The glowing green numbers on my alarm clock read 4:45. I was supposed to wake up at four.
“No. No sunshine, no school.” I try to shake the last bits of the memories like moldy confetti from my head.
“Wake up! It's the first day of school!” Leena yells.
I can’t be mad at her; she’s the cutest five-year old in the world.
Shrugging off the covers, I stumble over to my closet. Leena dangles her legs over the side of my bed. Now I can see why she’s so damn hyper. A lollipop half the size of her head is wedged in her mouth.
“What should I wear?” I ask hoarsely. Leena runs to my closet and pulls back a pink tutu that I wore for a Halloween costume once. “I don’t think so.” I laugh.
“Fine,” she says, a tiny bit disappointed. “Then wear dish,” she says around the lollipop as she whips some clothes at me.
It’s a plain black, short sleeved button down shirt. Soon after, a pair of dark blue jeans are thrown at my feet. “Much better.”
“Sheee?” She makes another smacking sound.
I go into the bathroom to get dressed.
Mom comes in as I’m adjusting a small silver ring in my left nostril. “You need to give Laura a ride,” she tells me. She is wearing a putridly pink sweat suit with her perfectly blonde hair is swept up in a bun.
“Why, don’t you usually do that?” I inspect the ends of my not putridly pink but awesomely magenta hair before smearing industrial strength sun block onto my face.
“I’m going shopping for a new dress. Adam’s boss is having a party!” Her eyes light up when she says this. Like she’s opening presents on Christmas.
“You have to get a fancy dress?” I swipe some spf 100 under my cheeks and begin to rub it in.
“Yes!”
“At five in the morning?”
Her smile fades into a scowl and it looks like we’re heading into pissed off territory.
Mayday, Mayday.
“Just do it,” she snaps before leaving.

I park in my usual spot under this huge oak tree when we get to school. Laura hops out of the car, her shiny blond strands swaying down her back. “Don’t you dare tell anyone you drove me to school.” She adjusts her white halter top and walks away.
People are beginning to funnel into the building. I recognize some of them as Laura’s friends. “See you at home, beloved sister!” I shout out the window.
Boo and Trei are in my homeroom, which is awesome. Barbie is also in my homeroom, which is beyond horrible. Barbie Swain is the closest thing to a my-size Barbie doll. I mean, I know her name is Barbie and everything, but I'll never understand why she feels the need to live up to it with her sickly tube-orange-tan, and fried