ALEENA'S POVMy phone buzzed at 6:47 in the morning.I was half asleep, my arm flung across the pillow, still caught somewhere between a dream I could not remember and the grey light coming through the curtains. I reached for it groggily without opening my eyes. My thumb swiped across the screen on instinct, expecting something—a reminder from my to do list, a text from someone, or the ususal notification the library sent me every morning, telling me I owed them twelve dollars for a book I had already returned last week.But it wasn’t all that—it was a photograph… of… Me?!!I sat up so fast my head spun and I had to blink severally to make sure I wasn't seeing things and I was indeed the one in the photograph. The angle of the photo was so wrong. That was the first thing I noticed as my vision finally cleared. It was taken from above, like someone was looking down from the top of the stairwell landing. I could see the shape of my own back, the curve of my spine against the concrete
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