WINNAPI DAILY TO-DO'S

~Moisturize dry, dead skin ✔

~Feed Otis ✔

~Hide visible bone with jeans ✔

~Help get Ippen ready for school ✔

~Do eyedrops to help with the blue ✔

~Take pills to stop the hunger ✔

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"Winnapi! Did you-"

"Yes, mom!" I interrupted. The bus outside honks a third time as I slowly walk down the stairs. "I need to go!"

Mom stops me by grabbing my backpack. "You forgot to give me a goodbye kiss."

"Mom-" I groan as the bus honks again. "Fine! One kiss, okay?" I peck my mother on the cheek and speed walk out and onto the bus right before it was about to leave.

I walk down the middle aisle, looking for an empty seat. It seems like everyone already has a friend, even though today was the first day...

I see an empty seat in the back and sit in it. I sigh as I pull my inhaler out of my backpack. I take two puffs to help with my beliw-average lungs and put it back. I look out of my window, and see a dog running in a yard. It reminds me of Otis, my miniature pig. He loves running. I wish I could run, too.

The bus comes to a halt and the doors swing opeb, and the kids in the bus all shuffle out, giggling and nudging each other. I step out last. I look up at the large building and my mouth drops open. It's a chic, large building with windows everywhere and a large banner that reads, 'Welcome to Soutown High!'.

I take a deep breath and walk inside.

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I find my class, room 829. I got this room assigned to me in July. I only just now realized the crazy coincidence that it held.

My birthday is August 29 (8-29), justIke my room.

The teacher, a bored-looking woman, starts role call. I'm first, usually.

"Winnapi Ar-tes-i-nee?" she says. I raise my hand.

"Here, and it's pronounced Aaartizine."

She nods and continues down the list. I try to remember the names, and who all says 'here' when it's called, but my brain works differently than normal people's. It's slower, smaller, and holds less information. 

When she finishes, she begins talking about algebra. Ugh-algebra. My brain does not like you!

The woman drones on and on about it. I feel like I might explode.

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Oh, right. Introductions.  Hi, I'm Winnapi Aaartizine, 15 years old, and I have two brothers and a miniature pig named Otis.

Hmm, what else?

Oh, right.

I'm a zombie.