Johnny Orlando. Seventeen, and by day your typical kid; he gets good grades, plays almost all sports and loves video games. but by night?
Well that's the problem.
He has insomnia.
No treatment works for him, and they've tried it all- pills, remedi...
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☼ Mackenzie Ziegler ☼
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My boots crunch on the frozen grass as I walk. Cocooned in a christmas sweater, trench coat and snood, I desperately try to keep warm by pumping my arms and legs. Even though I look like I'm waddling due to how many layers I'm wearing, I manage.
Yesterday, I ran out of tickets for the bus. Because my family is my family, we have no spare change just lying around. Last minute, I realised I would have to walk to Johnny's even though it's dark.
Although my cheeks are flushed red from the biting-cold wind, my nose is running and my ears feel like they're going to snap off, I don't regret walking. Johnny's neighbourhood is very pretty at night. As it's December, Christmas season, many of the properties have beautiful fairy lights strung out front. The houses here are massive, light pouring forth from their front porches in welcome, and are architecturally beautiful. Most have widespread windows and are painted in sandy colours; every so often, I'll get a glimpse of a family inside. Some drink hot chocolates by the fire. Others play cards at the dining room table.
I've never really wished I had a phone, simply because I've never had one before, but right now, in this moment, I do. Everything is picture perfect.
After thousands of steps (in which my toes got closer and closer to contracting pneumonia) I finally make it to Johnny's street. I fasten my pace, happy that I get to see him and his family again. They're beautiful people, and after the last week of work it's left me eager to go back. John assured me he'd be fine over the weekend, but I have my doubts.
Monday dragged on, boringly slow. I got out of bed. I attended classes. I ate. I put my siblings to bed, one by one, then ate dinner. It was an average day. With any luck, tonight will be better.
I knock on the door, my usual routine. Mer comes to greet me, exclaiming and saying that I must be freezing.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." I reassure her lightly, taking off my coat which now has a thin layer of snow dusted all over it. She takes it from me, hanging it on a coat rack. I remove my boots, revealing more odd-coloured socks. I swear I don't do it on purpose.
Johnny descends the stairs then, looking smart in a plain black hoodie and jeans. "Hey." He greets, giving me a shy smile.
"Hi." I reply, cheeks red for a completely different reason now.
"Is that all you have to say?" Mer reprimands Johnny while placing her hands on her hips. "Have I not taught you anything about being a gentleman?"
