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Jesus Christ.
Why the hell had I agreed to Ethan’s deal?
One day down, and I literally wanted to bust out from my skin, claw out my own brain, and take down a tree, or two.
Who knew how I’d go another day, pretending I was all healed. Everything was A-Okay. Smiling when, really, I only wanted to scream at them for not getting my issue, or being more b****y compassionate toward it. All of it made worse each time I itched beneath their appraisals and nodded encouragement, any time they caught my eye.
Keeping up my game until finish time had almost tipped me over into the bottom-most pits of insanity.
At least I had distractions at home. Mostly balls, but distractions all the same.
With a flick of my wrist, the bright green orb streaked through the evening shadows toward the house,
