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Sometimes, I hear people bustling around me, busy like school, but also organized and calm in the same instant. It is familiar, yet unknown, and that is what worries me. I feel rested and alert, but feel empty as if I hadn't eaten in weeks. I feel poked and prodded, purged of most emotions. I want to cry, but the air around me is thick, like I'm trapped in the endless void of space. I am nameless. But I fear that if I open my eyes, but only will I remember my name, but maybe something bad, something that had carefully placed me in this torturing emptiness. I feel phantom hands try to wipe my eyes, hug my legs close, when I make the decision. I open my eyes. The world floods back in a tidal wave of pain. ~~~~ Alex Atkins is your typical high schooler. She loves hanging out with her friends, harboring crushes, and being a teenager. But, when a twisted tragedy changes her life, can she put back the pieces and fix people's ideas about the "pitiful" Alex?
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