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"You are not staying here, not with nobody to keep an eye on you at night," my mother said.
I didn't want to stay here either in this totally unpersonalized space where nothing belonged to me yet but if I had to choose there was no way I was going home with her either.
There were voices at the door, a family which seemed to be a lot more into this university discovery trip than mine.
"Hello," a girl with long black hair passed her head through the door, "I think we are neighbors, I can't get any water, do you know how to do it?" She asked.
She was the girl from the other universe, the one with the red dress I wouldn't have worn, the one who got us in trouble with guys, the one I had taken the bus with.
"See, I have someone to check on me at night," I said to my mum.
"I haven't tried it yet," I answered the girl with a smile, "let me see."
I turned to sink button for cold water. The pips make noise for a while, then the water came out, brown.
"Let it flow a little," my father said.
"It's disgusting," my mother answered. I was sure that nothing she could say today was ever going to be positive.
"I guess we can't drink that," the girl said. "There is a supermarket not to far, we can go shopping there together after class."
She extended her hand to me. "I'm Amy by the way."
"Frederique," I answered taking it. It was cold, just like when I was holding her hand in the other universe. "I faint very often so my mother feels a bit uneasy, could you check on my sometimes?"
The girl smiled and looked at my mother, she had obviously no clue what was going on.
"Leave her to me," she said, "I'll be checking on her 24/7."
She turned back to wink at me as if she was my accomplice and knew really what I was going through.
"I better go, I don't want to be late for the introduction," she said and she left.
I looked at the water that was now just slightly yellow and busied myself on the curtains.
"Why do you even bother?" My mother said, "you can't stay here all by yourself."
"I didn't black out yet, your agreement was that if I don't black out, I can stay," I said.
My hands were shaking. This wasn't easy for anyone and she was just making everything a lot worse.
"We'll see," she said with pinched lips.
I couldn't stand it when she looked at me like that, with her air of superiority. She truly believed that she was better than everyone else. But what did she ever achieved? Nothing. She had no knowledge beyond the little bubble of her company, she had no desire to improve herself or learn anything, she had never opened a single book to help me understand why I was blacking out without warning putting all her hope in the hospital. She was the worse example a mother could give to her daughter and I still knew that there were some part of me that were like her and every single time I was seeing them, I hated it, just like I hated her.
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Hello Amy. :)
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