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September 25th, Thursday.
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Zaire never really liked watching the fights that happened on campus during high school. Consequently, he never learned to fight properly, but now he immediately regrets his choices from that time, feeling like he's losing the battle against his senses that refuse to function properly as he drives to university.
His headache intensifies as his sister's voice echoes in his mind, reminding him of today's stressful morning.
"As if wasting my time and money wasn't enough, now you're breaking my dishes too!? What's your problem, anyway? Seriously, I'm tired of this!" were the high-pitched cries of Lorelei, his sister, the moment the glass of milk in Zaire's hand slipped from his fingers, which had suddenly become useless, without any strength. He opened his mouth to argue, to explain that he had lost control for that second, but gave up, knowing it would be useless. She yelled for a few more minutes about how tired she was of being his "babysitter," that the boy was old enough to find his own home, and that this would be the last day she would tolerate him.
He gripped the worn steering wheel and sighed, glancing at his phone as it vibrated for the second time that day. Medication — 12:40. Zaire frowned. Right. Of course. He knew very well he was failing at his own routine. He clenched his teeth, trying to gather his thoughts as the college parking lot came into view. 'Medication. Study. Look for apartments... What else? Talk to Nana, I guess.' He ran his tongue over his dry lips, turned off the engine, and shoved the keys into the pocket of his oversized coat. Grabbing his bag, he stepped out and dragged his feet across the asphalt, kicking small pebbles out of his way.
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The campus felt louder than usual. His head ached from the brightness. The noise. The crowd. 'Too much.' For a second, Zaire wished he could go home, but the thought left a bitter taste in his throat. Home. Did he ever even have one to begin with? Lost in his thoughts, Zaire bumped into a loud group of students. He held his glasses before they fell to the floor, and the action almost drained what little energy he had.