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2021-12-16 07:55:00The video is gone. I refresh the page again. Nothing. It was there last night before I slept. The door to my bathroom creaks and I enter. Splashing water on my face, I do the necessary and return to my room.
It’s odd sitting in my room on a school day. I think I miss school. I move to the window to sit, frowning at the lawn in front of the house on the other side. The streets are empty. As empty as my heart. I miss Ben. There’s no use trying to contact him. He will not pick. My head turns slowly at the sound of a knock.
The door opens to Mum. “Hey.” She is dressed. “I was thinking we could go out. Do something fun.” To cheer me up but I am not up for anything. She moves closer. I hug my knees to my chest. “What say you?”
“I think I’ll just stay inside today.” Her hand lowers to my back, she traces random shapes on my spine. “I have homework to catch up on.” There’s no
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