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Over the rest of the week, everything seemed to get crazier. Things at home got increasingly tense. My parents didn’t ask about the concert, we avoided the topic all together. I threw myself into school even more. Patrick and I did a lot of background research for our science fair project. I rehearsed the new song with the choir and with Mrs. Marshall a couple times after school. I was keeping an insane schedule juggling my new found friends, classes, projects and choir. I used being an overachiever as an excuse anytime my friends or teachers asked me if I was taking on or doing too much. Bottom line? I was preoccupying myself as much as possible and trying to avoid the inevitable.
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Then, one day, it was a Tuesday. The day before the Wednesday I was wishing would never arrive. I woke up knowing the ill-fated day was almost here. There was some stuff I had to take care of before tomorrow.