Hi! This is the part 7! _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ I went home. I didn't exactly want too, but free will doesn't exsist for the minority. My mom tried to say hi, say anything, but I wasn't in the mood to tell her just what was going on. I went up to my room. It was dark. I amlost felt tempted to turn on a light, but couldn't be bothered. I pulled out my phone. There were already 6 messages from Lynx * Contact me when you get home!* *Please, we need to talk!* *Dez! I'm waiting!* * The bus doesn't take this long!* *I'm sorry kay! Its wasn't my decisions!* *I'm sorry* Gee, people are so cute when they beg . I needed to text him back, that wasn't the question. I didnt know if I could tell him I wasn't mad at him, not really. I didn't knwo if I could tell him that this was jsut the latist addition to a stak of dissapointments. I didn't knwo if I ould tell him that I just needed space. I didn't knwo if I ould tell him that I knew all the things he was going to try to tell me. I had a head ache, so I just gave bak the real bar minimum *I'm home*
