CASSANDRA
I am very tired. This afternoon I returned home with drained energy. Because during the whole day at school, I constantly avoided other students and teachers trying to find out about me.
"Ugh, that sucks. Although it's fine for me to pretend I don't know Zach and not talk to him at school. But, on the other hand, I have to sit beside him during class hours. It confused me."
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. I looked at my tired face, which seemed so pale. I felt my chest pounding.
"In old school, I always dreamed of being in his class. Even if I could sit on a bench with him, I wish I could watch over him constantly." I bit my lower lip until it hurt. "Now that those impossible dreams and hopes have finally come true, why am I even confused? What's wrong with me?"
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