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After the call with the girl and her friend, she shut off her computer, and ran downstairs. Her mother had extremely strict instructions for lunch. They must always eat as a family at 12:00. And whatever food they aren't done by 12:10, it gets thrown out. She says she's gotten better, but the young girl thinks other wise. The girl doesn't take long to eat, she always takes about five minutes. She tries to finish as fast as possible and go back up to her room, before she can get a lecture of something random from her mother.

Aiyla goes over to the table and sits down beside her brother Oliver. The twos mother sets out three bowls in front of everyone. 'Egg salad. Again.' The mother always makes egg salad, and the two kids were getting sick of it. The young girl used to love egg salad, but now she can't go ten bites in without nearly gagging.

The girl eats, she ate the whole thing, almost throwing up three times. She stood up, almost dropping the bowl. The girl grabbed her shoulder and rubbed it, a burning sensation spread throughout her whole upper arm. This happened all the time, she hated it. At least twice every two or three days. It lasts around five minutes, she just had to keep her arm moving at all times. She switched hands and grabbed the bowl with the other. She rinsed her dish, and put it in the sink, then went back up to her room.

She stood in the middle of her room, swinging her arm around for a few minutes. When the pain starts to die down, she slowly stops. When the pains fully gone she grabs a book off of her shelf, and sits down in front of her book journal.

The girls aunt suggested she should have one, to write down her thoughts on every chapter and book. So she should go back and decide what to recommend to other people. The girl had thought the idea of as stupid, until she started doing it. Depending on the book, It became fun at some times

First person:

I read a few chapters, writing down my opinion on each one very carefully and put the book away. I sit on my bed. I live rather close to Tommy, maybe I could ask him to hang out. For a vlog maybe. It's boring just sitting in here, I have no streaming plans today so I might as well right?

I pull out my phone, scroll through my contacts looking for Tommy's and call him.

It take four rings for him to answer. His ring tone is one of bo burnums songs, so he was probably just dancing around his room like a fucking idiot.

"Helloooooooooo"

"Hi Tommy"

"AIYLA! WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME?"

"I'm bored. Want to hang out? Vlog maybe?"

"Hang out and no vlog? Is that fine? My cameras completely dead"

"Yeah that's fine. I'm on my way"

He said okay and I hung up. I got out of bed and got ready. I was wearing the same outfit as yesterday. I changed my clothes, brushed my hair and teeth and got my shoes on. I kept a pair in my room so I could sneak out through my bedroom window. I have a ladder going from my window to the ground, nobody would see me. I grab my backpack and shove a few things in there. Including my phone charger and a few extra clothes in case. I shove my phone in my pocket and go out through my window. Making my way down the ladder, making as less noise as possible.

I Hop off the ladder and walk to my car, it's parked down the road. It was a gift from my aunt, she's cool. She hates mum, says she's too strict. Which I agree, she definitely is. She doesn't know I have a car. Hopefully never will.

I throw my bag in the passenger seat and drive to Tommy's house. Which is only a ten minute drive. Not that far right?