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I lean against the bathroom washbowl as I brush my teeth. It's almost 6:30 pm. I rinse my toothbrush and I look at my reflection. My black locks are braided into pigtails and I'm nervous. One month was like a nightmare for me. I'm nervous and i don't even know what to do with myself.

" Ariel.." Alexa shouts my name. She's always visiting since Gray left