*Semi-autobiographical, thus, names have been changed for privacy.*
It’s been three days since she’s seen her family, or at least she thinks it has been three days. She isn’t sure of a lot of things these days. She remembered the time she was sure Scott Hamilton was flirting with her in world history, but it turned out that he flirted with a lot of people. Turned out he was bisexual and flirtation was his natural demeanor. She remembered when she was sure that Hedgewater wouldn’t win the election—after all, the popular vote was in Elliot’s favor—but he won. She was absolutely, positively sure her little brother was okay four days ago— was it four days or five? She couldn’t remember.