Grief. A feeling so foreign that is quenching my heart. The gray clouds overseeing my window is mirroring how I feel, rumbling and blustery.~7:40 am. It will take me about three minutes to walk into my first class, hopefully. I'm clutching my steering wheel so tight that my knuckles drains of blood.It had been three weeks since my parents died in a car accident. Apparently, mourning can't take forever as I wanted. Here I am, in front of the school that used to be my second home. Most of the kids my age would think of school as hell but not me, not until now. I hate to face everyone and see pity in their eyes, which would definitely be hell.Deep breaths, in and out. I unlocked my door, took my Nike backpack, and swung it over my shoulders before closing my car door and locking it. It's too early to wear my Lee Cooper Sunnies but I wore them anyway. Thank you to sunny Santa Barbara, I can hide my eyes from anyone,
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