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It's Monday and I hardly slept at all last night. The house was silent, excluding my thoughts, which were particularly loud. I couldn't stop thinking about my father and Olivia and Sarah. What on earth am I going to tell her? Liv was going to flip out. I knew it wasn't really my fault, but I don't know if Olivia will feel the same. All I can do is pray she believes me.

I don't really dress up. I just put on some ripped blue jeans, white Converse, and a black hoodie. I throw my hair into a messy bun.  

I hop down the stairs, grabbing my bag on the way. Mom had finally gained some trust in me and started to let me walk again. 

As I make the trek, I start thinking of every possible excuse to explain why Sarah and I kissed.

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