FOR once it seems like everyone is holding their breaths and waiting for her because they are all relying on her. It is a strange feeling, she now thinks to herself, to have so much trust and faith put in you, till you don't even know whether or not you can live up to all of those people there just falling back on you.
It is also a rather abused feeling. Like she is being used. They got to go to sleep nice and early and wake up and stretch and eat slowly. She had to rush through dinner, through homework, through revising, then off to do some more, yet more because everybody else thought she could and trusted her to. And tomorrow morning when she awakens her eyes will be almost glued together with sleepiness leftover, left unquenched for the forever-moment. She will, however, fight. She will push herself out of bed and wish that there was something bigger and well, better than just another day is being busy to the point of being frantic, to pull her up out of bed in the early morning when the dawn has not yet broken and the world is at its darkest.
Lastly she wonders if this is what she really sought.
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