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Chapter Eight
It was two days to my exam and I haven't exactly seen my parents. I rarely left my room. I really did want to prove to him that I can get accepted into Harvard. I'm not a dummy.
I sighed, extremely tired and tensed. I needed a break from everything. My toxic self and the toxic environment. I haven't seen Oscar since my outburst. I heard that he was going to be back in a week which I couldn't wait for. I needed to ask him about the picture. But all aside, I needed fresh air. Outside air.
I got up and pulled on my maroon coloured hoodie and black Joggers. I had a band worn across my hair to keep my hair slinged back. I grabbed my black nike slides and put them on. I pulled on my hoodie and quietly slipped out of my room.
Everywhere was silent, which implied everyone was asleep and it was perfect for me to slip out into the darkness. I had no where in mind, I just wanted to walk around, under the night sky with
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