The following morning, I woke up still feeling extremely tired. I did not get much sleep once again. I cannot seem to get my head clear of this fog. Between my parents being gone, the repetitive dream, my best friend hating me, and now my brother acting strange, I cannot stop my head from spinning.
I feel overwhelmed with everything happening at the same time. I wish I could pause or stop it all. It’s hard to manage everything at once.
Trying to push the thoughts aside, I climbed out of bed and headed downstairs. When I enter the kitchen, I find a note on the fridge, so I take it down and read it.
‘Sorry Amara, I had to head to work early. Have Amanda give you a ride to school today. See you after school. Jack’
This is great; I have no ride to school, and it is a six-mile walk. There i
