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CHAPTER 6

T
his day was the day I was going to school… again. I was

pretty happy and a little annoyed because, one: school
sessions are the worst here and pretty much boring; and two:

I get to meet my best friend, who has always made me smile since third
grade. She’s practically my sister.

That morning, I decided to wear light blue flared jeans and a white

shirt with a black cross on it. I wanted to put on makeup, but I knew it
would make me kind of ugly since I can’t do makeup well. But of

course, I had to put on my special makeup—the Sephora blush powder.
Anyway, as I went downstairs for breakfast, I saw Dad in the

kitchen with a depressed face. I rushed to his side, worried, and asked,

“Dad, what’s wrong?”
He looked at me with a crooked smile.

“Oh, nothing, sweetheart. Just eat your food and get to school
quickly.”

“But, Dad, I can tell something’s wrong.”
“Just…” he murmured, “eat your food and get to school.”

I obeyed and quickly finished my fried egg and mint tea.

Afterward, I put on my jacket and boots and waved at Dad. But all he
did was give me a half smile. Right then, I knew something was wrong

with him—because he definitely wasn’t himself.