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Chapter 9.
My cellphone blares at some ungodly hour of the morning, waking me out of my blissful slumber. I roll over and slap a hand on my nightstand till it finds my phone. It takes me some seconds to figure out how to answer the stupid call, then I bring it to my ears and grunt out an hello.
"I can't sleep."
"Excuse me?" I take a peek at the caller ID and see Mabel's name boldly written there. "Have you tried closing your eyes?"
"Sometimes I wonder how we're related. Anyway, I've got big news."
"Can't it wait till when every normal human being is awake?"
"Zach asked me out."
I sit upright on my bed, suddenly very awake now. "ZACH DID WHAT?!"
There's going to be a funeral when I get back home to Florida.
"Calm your tits, I didn't give him an answer yet. What do you think?"
A sharp pain jabs at the walls of my stomach and I wince, scurrying out of bed into the bathroom as I flicker on the lights. I groan when I see my pajama
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