-Chapter 36 Part 2 - I'm just in complete denial-

                                    

                                          
There are going to be three updates for this book today for the three weeks I was gone. 
                          
💙😭Thank you for your patience.😭💙
                          
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He looked at her the way all women
want to be looked at by a man.
                          
-F.Scott Fitzgerald 
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-Chapter 36 Part 2 - I'm just in complete denial-
                          
-Emma's: Point of view- 
                          
It was hard to fall asleep now that I was laying in my soft, warm bed. It was so strange. At the bleachers, my mind wanted to shut off. But now that I'm in the safety of my bedroom, it doesn't want to anymore.
                          
Maybe my body couldn't relax because the whole car ride home, my eyes were stranded on Leo.
                          
The ride home was silent. Leo didn't utter a single word, making the silence more uncomfortable than it should be. 
                          
He didn't have to say a word for me to know that he was pissed off with his twin brother. The frown that adorned his features never disappeared throughout the whole car ride home.
                          
I made a mental note to never dare piss off Leo. Not even as a joke or a dare.
                          
When he's furious, he turns to someone unrecognizable. It's like a switch flips inside his head and any compassion or kindness that he displays on his face just evaporates into thin air. 
                          
I wondered what he was thinking so hard about when he got out of the vehicle. 
                          
Probably a way to kill Kevin and bury his body somewhere in a deserted area. I don't blame him for thinking that way. 
                          
I gradually sat up, giving up on dozing off to sleep. 
                          
A silent groan left my lips when my eyes landed on my grey bag that was hanging by its grey strap on the doorknob.
                          
Just looking at how filled my bookbag seemed from here made me want to drop out of high school and never look back. 
                          
Why do teachers give so much homework?
                          
Do they enjoy messing with their students' heads?
                          
Are they so bored with their life? That they need extra things to do when they get home so they won't think about their problems?
                          
A sigh leaves my lips as I stand up from my mattress and make myself to where the grey bag hung from. When it was in my hold, and I felt the weight that it had, it made another frustrated sigh leave my lips.
                          
I dragged myself towards my soft mattress again. Placing my backpack on it and unzipping it wide open. As the lazy teen that I have become, I dumped the whole thing on my bed. 
                          
Just looking at the homework was giving me a headache. Don't get me wrong, I love school. But when you are as stupid as a rock, it's hard to keep up with the others.
                          
In class today, I felt incompetent. No matter how hard I tried to understand the teachers, it just wouldn't get through my head. It goes into one ear and leaves the other. 
                          
The feeling of shame took over my body as I didn't dare raise my hand to ask for help. I don't want anyone to laugh at me for not understanding something that was being explained to me so well.
                          
Plus, everyone in class seemed like they comprehended what the teacher was teaching in class today, except for me, who was pretending to understand to not seem like a fool.
                          
Flipping my binder open to see the math homework. And all I wanted to do was shut it back up when I didn't seem to understand anything that was written on the white page. It was like these numbers were written in code... as if these numbers were placed in pacific patterns to convey an important message that I couldn't quite catch with just one look.