Back at Texas, I usually slept till 7:30 a.m before waking to prepare for school, but here, it wasn't the same. I've never dreaded a Monday like I dreaded this one, all my life. My alarm buzzed at 6:30, ruining my half decent dream about waffles, and my Texan besties. I slapped it off, shutting my eyes tightly so I could go back to the dreams. Mom shouted something from down the hallway. I groaned into my pillow, and sat up on the tiny bed. I hated it here. Everything was different. The strange ceiling above me. It wasn't the ceiling I used to wake up to. The room looked strange, and I wished it would disappear in a blink of my eyes. I stared at the wall, and I hated it more. Instead of the posters of my favorite band, it was a bare wood with a water stain in the shape of something vaguely resembling a skull. I groaned loudly and fell on the bed, kicking my legs into the air with frustration. This house felt more like a haunted bed-and-breakfast, than a home. It was cold, quiet, cre
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