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I received messages from Zyrine on my social media accounts. She called me more than my fingers could ever count. I sighed. This is harder than I thought it would be. I rolled over to the other side of my bed. No thoughts, just head empty. I stared at the ceiling and after seconds, I messed my hair like how I messed things up. I groaned, "What the fuck should I do?" I whispered to myself. It's as if my questions needed to be answered immediately that the door opened and it pushed my friends inside, who were wearing their uniforms.