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Today is my favorite day. I think. 

I wake up and brush my hair. My long blonde hair. I think it's blonde. I think it's long. I have no idea. I don't remember. It is blonde.

I get clothes on and eat breakfast. Mom is there. She smiles with her beautiful [REDACTED] eyes. I think it's [REDACTED]. She also wishes me a happy favorite day.  Sometimes it's hard to look at her. She makes me cereal but I don't mind. The milk tastes different. Maybe it has gone bad. I'll tell my mom later to get some more. I head to school.

Melodie is standing by my locker smiling. She says hi and we walk to class. Today feels off. I sit in class and everyone is looking at the board. Not even a single one dozing off. They all stare directly at the board without a peep. The teacher asks a question and I raise my hand to answer. As soon as I get called on, everyone stares at me with the same strained smile. I answer correctly. Soon enough, lunch rolls around. Same old meatballs and corn. I don't like corn. It makes my brain hurt for some reason. I prefer candy corn. I look at the ceiling. There is a vent. I'll tell the janitor later to fix it. Though, it's been like that for as long as I've been here. I finish my corn and meatballs.  I hear snickering behind me and turn. They are fools. There's a girl who lied about me and I lost almost all my friends. I hate her. Hate her. Hater her. Hate her. Thank god for Melodie. 

School is done. Finally. I walk home. Say hi to the local crackhead. Pay my toll to the demon down the street. 

I walk inside. The house is empty. It was a terrible day. You may wonder how. Well it's the things I don't tell, like the mushrooms on the counter that were never there before. I grab one and eat it. I walk up to my room and cry. Cry cry cry, it will make my troubles disappear momentarily. My head becomes hazy. I fall asleep. The eyes made it hard though.

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