dakota genesis d5 fin

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Hello?" I don't think I have picked up the phone once without rolling my eyes.

"Oh, hey. Yeah, I'm feeling better," my dad keeps telling me it's important we have one, makes life more accessible and therefore I'm more accessible. I get some crazy calls, one time my number got leaked and I had some weird fans ringing me up in the middle of the night. People have so many questions for me, and I just lie to them honestly.

They just want to hear more about her, anyways.

I don't know why I keep telling people I went to the funeral, I didn't. I skipped it like hopscotch and did shrooms behind that barbeque pit. Worst part is that I had a bad trip, not because of Caleb -- everybody wants it to be about her -- I just kept feeling like my teeth were falling out.

"I appreciate you calling, but I don't think I'm coming out tonight, it's just-" I don't want to, dumbass, "it's hard, y'know?" You want to know something else? We kept every penny.

The whole insurance set up, I'm not supposed to tell people, so I don't. Caleb died and my aunt went into mourning, and so Joan offered to take over, and he did. Took the funds and went straight over to the damn bank with it. My dad, Caleb's mom's brother, he processed the funds and it went back to the Genesis name. More specifically, my name, that's how we could afford everything the past year. Now my name's in the correct bowl, I can do my part and proudly die district five female.

Funny ass joke that I can't tell anyone, that's the saddest part to me. "Thank you for telling me about your aunt, I'm happy you can relate to losing somebody," dude, what? These people just keep talking at me. I had to do an interview the other day about Lysander and I didn't even know what fake answers they wanted from me at that point, I mean, I barely know her. Two years ago, Mae and Genesis weren't even important nevertheless connected -- I'm supposed to hate her!

Found that out. Apparently it's all her fault that kids from five die, and so that means it's her fault Camila cares about me, and these are all negatives. This time two years ago my ex ghosted me and I was bald, and people talk to me like my life has gotten worse over time. I guess it has, now I have to take phone calls in the comfort of my linen bed sheets.

"Mhm, school is fine, they extended my deadlines because of- well, everything." I think this is one of my dad's friends, he's been trying to get involved with the Mercer's, so I guess that makes me family friend's with politicians? They talk the same way as Camila and my dad listens to them like I listen to her, world goes round and I buy us matching Salcedo blouses. 

Man, I'm bored. My breath smells so bad and this lady's talking too damn much, I got places to be. Like, asleep, "hey, um, I need to go. I'm sorry, I just- I'll call back when I'm feeling better," okay, cool. There's this whole world opening up to me and I feel like I'm stuck in my bedroom missing it all, but then I sit here and I just gotta ask, where else would I want to be? 

Probably a milk shake place, damn that sounds good as hell. 

Camila wouldn't go out this late and I don't know any of her friends well enough to ask them; "of course, I'll tell my dad you said hi." My old friends are pretty much cut out of my life, new year new me y'know? Those guys were assholes, I keep telling myself that but I miss having more than one friend. 

Oh, duh, I'll just get my mom to go with me. Problem solved, baby.

"Alright, bye bye."