I don't really know what to talk about at this point.

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2.38am.. I don't know what day or date, so let me check. -29th, Wednesday.

-It's spring break. I don't really keep track of the day nor time. More like, I don't really need to?

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Anyways.

So.. 60 days left, huh?

5months, to 3.. to 60 days.

Slowly hitting you, but not quite yet.

I wonder how the last few, 20.. 10.. 2 days would feel.

.. I wonder.

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I don't know how it would be, but I might have some idea of how it won't be.

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My seat.

We've been in the same classroom for, give or take, 2 years.

And my seat is the most significant place of all.

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I almost always lay my back on the wall to my left, and across me, a perfect view of Fae. From my seat, I saw her eat-then choke, laugh-then choke, breathe-then choke, sit-then fall out of the chair. From there, I laughed at her stupid jokes-then choked. I dare say, she has the most contagious laugh. You love her and you hate her, but hey, you can't live without her. She gives the softest hugs and she smells like babies. (Creepy, me). She's strong and fragile. Blend that doesn't always work well, buut is working. The thing is.. she needs a drive. Something to fuel her emotions. The people she loves has the most power over her, over her feelings. And that's what makes her breakable. She's not transparent when it comes to pain. Someone you need to keep an eye on, or else stories would just pass by and you never even knew it happened till she's just there. An empty smile and a broken heart.

When am not doing that. I'm totally facing the other side of the classroom. Face to face with L. A lot of great talks were made during our short moments alone, she and I. This girl, you don't wanna mess with. She's the epitome of every wife/mum quote/saying. "She's always right. And when she's wrong, she's still right.", "If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.".. Somehow, she's also our classroom's very own Emma Watson, but with extra glam and sass. Also kinda keeps to herself, because she respects opinions, because she doesn't wanna trample on your views, even though you're wrong, and she's totally right. What I'm saying is, she's a smart, strong, independent, responsible.. woman, as though she doesn't need anyone. If you're in her space, it's because she let you. Because she wanted to. Because she wants you. She wanted you there.

Meanwhile, Alexis.. I may not be always talking her or is even looking at her. But she's always there, in my field of vision. Always in the corner of my eye.

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Unicorn. She has her own world, though, still intertwined with ours.

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I'd love to continue.. -I think. Though I never actually thought I'd write something as long as this.. right now. Buut it's umm. WEW! 3.37AM!!

K SO. AM SLEEPING. Hopefully I remember this later and continue. Buuuut for now.

Dot-Dot-Dot...

-Nyx.