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It's the next evening and Walter hasn't replied to my messages yet but I'm used to that. Usually I only hear from him once there is a new task at hand.
I just wish he could hurry up a bit so that I don't get my library card taken away.
Now I'm sitting on my bed, flicking through the pages without understanding really anything. I'm only using this book as a distraction from the exam I should be studying for.
But studying is boring and nobody likes doing boring things. It's just natural.
My normal phone buzzes and the screen lights up to show a message from Michael.
Michael
9:34pm
So many girls and beer, ur missing out on smth
I roll my eyes and turn off the screen.
Why can't I be friends with a normal person?
Oh right, because I'm not normal either.
But I have to admit that I'm close to death caused by boredom. Maybe going outside doesn't sound so bad afterall.
