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Not at Home

Emily, Anika and I took the bus to school. It was the first time I hadn’t walked in a long time. I don’t think either of them spoke, and I was in no mood. All I could do was lean my forehead against the window and stare at the gray world flashing by. There would be a memorial service to attend.

Even worse, who knew how often this would overtake me? It hadn’t happened before, not once in two months. Yet last night, it seemed I was finally awakened. My skin prickled as weak sunlight dappled the bus’s dreary interior. I slumped back in my seat. It was getting worse. Even Gen had been fine in the sunlight… What did this all mean?

When the bus pulled to a stop near the gym, she stood up. Emily and Anika followed suit, moving slowly toward the door. This week had not gotten off to a good start, and I’d decided it was only going to get worse. How depressing.

I was at least a little optimistic, the monster had not returned since last night. I hadn’t attacked my friends.

I was no longer entirely myself.

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