Maybe she could let herself like Mr. Weiss. Maybe things would finally work out as her mother said they would
Miri opened her eyes and looked around her room. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what day it was. She lifted her hand to her aching head and saw the light blue uniform blouse. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. Miri slipped on her hoodie before slowly heading to the kitchen.
“M-a?”
“Miri, what are you doing out of bed?”
Miri touched her throat. “I need a drink.”
“Hot or cold?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want to get back into bed? I’ll bring it upstairs.”
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