I sat on my bed, sighing. Looking at the piles of homework on my desk, I knew that I had to get up and get moving. Yet, I just couldn’t get myself motivated. As I closed in on my finals within the next week for my senior year, I was determined to finish up strong. So cliché, I know, but after what this last year had thrown at me, I felt like I had to show myself that I could do it. I threw my long, thick, red hair into a low messy bun and pushed myself off the bed, determined to start at least one of my final projects. I pulled down the shirt that had ridden up as I laid in bed. I was tall for a girl – nearly 5’11, so many shirts rode up on me. I have been told that I am beautiful by more guys than I could count, but that meant nothing to me. Although I had casually dated, I was waiting for my mate. But the current situation was doing nothing to help with that. I sat down at the desk and a picture of my family caught my eye. Every time I sat at
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