Page 45 of The Glass Girl

Your friend feeling better?

Gng 2 stay over,I type. I add a crying emoji.

Okay. Call me tomorrow.

K

Phone back in jean pocket. Room spinning.

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Lemon is talking, but I can’t hear him. Are there two Lemons or four? I can’t tell.

I might be a little sick after the sickly sweet drink and the pot and I should go. I tell him that but I don’t think he hears me.

Or maybe he doesn’t care. Maybe all four Lemons don’t care.

I should go lie down somewhere No, wait, that’s not safe. I don’t know many people here. Where is my phone so I can call someone.

Not Amber. She’s so mad.

You have a problem, Bellabut

I AM the problem.

It’s me. I’m the problem no one wants to solve or love.

I made so many tree branches in my sketch because I don’t want anyone to see me.

I am a watercolor, I wash off.

Feel in my pocket for my phone. Not there.

Jumpup­jumpdown­jumpup­jumpdown.

Lemon’s friend has his hands on my shoulders.

I don’t like the way that feels.

It makes me feel trapped.

I bounce away. I don’t like him very much.

I need to find my backpack. Wait, I didn’t bring my backpack. Did I?

My phone. Call someone so I can go home.

Why can’t I find Kristen?

My face is hot. Falling. Floor slick with spilled drink. Someone pulls me back up.

An ocean rises in my stomach.

Eyes blur, like someone stretched gauze across them.

Sick. Cover mouth. I don’t know this house. Going to be sick. Need the bathroom.

Push, push, push, through bodies to a door.

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