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Beep, beep, beep.

Said the bird.

It’s just like when I would wake up for school…

When I lived in the real world.

Of windows that open, and parents that will call for me.

But I’m not in school I dropped out and failed and something happened and now I’m here… 

I’m drifting in and out in and out.

It’s like- I can sort of see things, but I wonder if they can see me? 

Like a ghost, but I can’t go through walls for some reason.

I don’t really care, anyway.

Because I’m going to cry in these halls! I don’t care if I’m not really a ghost and I’ll have to face my parents after this catharsis…

I’m on the phone with them, I think.

So their voices sound different.

But everything sounds different.

Echoing.

Screaming.

Beeping that turns to birds chirping on a school morning.

Like when I was in school.

Remember mom?

I was in school.

And now I’m not.

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