I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling of my room. This was the same routine everyday.
Get up from bed
Go brush my teeth
Brush my hair
Eat breakfast
Go to school…
It’s boring and repetitive
All my life it’s been that way. I have no friends to hang out with after school. I have no boyfriend to make secret rendezvous with at night. I’m pretty much a boring girl in this average society. My grades are outstanding. That’s about the only accomplishment I think I can take credit for. Not even living is an accomplishment, it’s more of a chore.
I woke up that Wednesday morning in the middle of September, I remember it clearly. Outside was foggy, the room was cold and had a stale scent. From downstairs was quiet, Too quiet. Surely my older sister would be singing in the shower, or my mother cooking.
As I walked down the stairs, a waft of air came from the living room. It smelled of rot and decay.
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