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November 23

I pretended to be sick again.

I didn't want to go to school.

I didn't want to see Firecracker.

(Or any of Firecracker's friends).

I can't get the image of his face out of my mind.

The way he looked at me when he realized I was Nony.

The disbelief.

The disappointment.

The shame.

It hurts too much.

I don't know what I am going to do.

I don't want to face him.

But I can't be sick forever.

Besides,

I think Mom knows I'm faking.

It's one of her many superpowers.

I wish I had superpowers.

Then I could turn back time.

Take everything back.

But I don't.

So I can't.

I can only move forward.

One step at a time.

I can't see the road ahead of me right now,

But I know it will be okay.

I will be okay.

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I think.

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No, I won't.

Maybe I'll be sick on Monday.

Tuesday too.