Unoriginal Trashy White Boy

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It's almost as if these past months never happened, but I am left alone to remember almost every single detail of every moment. How did Vali suppose I just go back to normal like I hadn't just woken up from a literal coma, or walking through a water portal? It's like living in a book that you just got out of the local libraries’ kids’ section, except darker and more screwed up. At least I hope there aren't any books like that in the kids’ section, if so that explains what is wrong with these little cockroaches that whine and smell like stale syrup all the time.

And why are they so sticky?

Anyways back to my little complaining spell, literally everyone was starting to act normal again, the only thing even discussed among us being the fact that I almost died and fell in a mummified coma. But that's it! Vali hasn't even properly discussed what exactly is going on with me, as a matter of fact I haven't even seen his face! Gray is back from Hersey so I'm not completely alone but still...I kind of miss him.

I've been dealing with Fio's loud barking and my mom's sudden clinginess, which I am very grateful for it's just getting extremely frustrating for her to be breathing down my neck constantly. Today were supposed to be planning my birthday party even though I begged my mother that I didn't want one, her only response was that 'you only turn 18 once and it's going to be special'. Okay well yeah it can be special but do we have to go all out and invite almost a hundred people that I barely even know?

Plus the constant reminder that the screwed up version of my consious is actually trying to kill me so it can have my body. Like no! I like my body and rather prefer to keep it for myself until I naturally die. Yesterday I felt extremely nauseous and light headed so my mother has kept me locked up in my room all night and day, constantly checking in now that she doesn't have to go to work. Right now, I feel like a helpless glob of snot that can't even move and it doesn't help that I have to deal with my oh so wonderful party planning.

I think my sarcasm skyrockets when I feel like crap.

"Leaigh!" Did I forget to mention Gray's humongous mouth is currently present downstairs with the girl from the party patiently (not patiently at all) waiting for me to get out of bed and come downstairs. With a loud groan I snatch the warm covers from my body and slide out of my body onto the cold hardwood floors. A thump resonates from the floor followed by a creak on impact, it was stupid to do this and now I just want to remain on the weirdly comfortable floor.

"Leaigh Alia Maraigne, let's go!" The voice I recognize as Grayson's gets closer until my door busts open with unnecessary force that could have taken it off of its hinges. He stares down at me with a roll of his eyes and I let out a huff, if only he knew how I felt right now. Maybe I should just punch him in the face so he feels at least a portion of it. "Hey I could have been changing."

"If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it." I let out a scoff and slap his hand away when he tries to pick me up off of the floor. Who did he even think he was? I could embarrass him until he crawls up in a hole from the world if I wanted to. One mistake on his behalf, his mother didn't take pictures when he was little...but my mom did. And I will not hesitate to bust out those toothless alfalfa photos of Gray when he was younger, at least I was a cute kid.
 
"You jerk face, you got that from The Vampire Diaries. You unoriginal trashy white boy!"

Gray slaps a hand down to his heart to mock offence and sincere pain like he had just been stabbed in the heart, his mouth frozen in an O-shape. But just as the little dramatic show started it quickly ended with him wrapping his fingers around my wrist and yanking me up to my feet. "I'm going to choose to act like I didn't hear those words, nonetheless disregard your hatred for Delena." My eyes roll up to the ceiling at his accusatory words, although they aren't that false. I really don't favor that tv show.

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