Most of the time I just found couples making out, people trying weed, or just people enjoying one-on-one ‘life chats.’I don’t know what the fuck...I was expecting when I would find Molly. I just knew that I was on autopilot. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to fall into my arms and forgive me for everything, but I also wasn’t expecting a reward. I just wanted to protect her. When I did end up fighting her, I got two very rude awakenings. Number one, she was on top of some guy, her top still on. "Stupid brother," Kayla whispered under her breath as she bustled in five minutes after class started. She sat down heavily."Yeah?" I whispered back. I knew I should ignore her and not say anything but it was against my nature."He's supposed to pick me up from work. Mom had to come and bring me to school." At least you made it," I encouraged."Kyle's skipping class to go on a date." Oh?" My parents won't let me date." You're only sixteen." It's unfair."I pointed at the front of the classroom to. He was having complications after hip replacement surgery. She slipped off her Tory Burch heels and stretched her legs. The chairs here were uncomfortable and she was stiff from sitting all day behind her desk. Emily was one of the hospital's top administrators. "You'd think I would get a better chair," she thought. She got up, her hips moving smoothly in her pencil skirt, and bent down to stretch her hamstrings. Still bent over she looked up to see the young orderly standing there. His. As you know, there has been a lot of turmoil in my life due to this illness and I’m at the point where I need some firm answers. “We don’t know” and “Let’s try this.” isn’t cutting it.One decision I think I’ve made is if they come back with a diagnosis of Early Onset Dementia I’m pretty positive I’m going to go find my tree by the stream. I would rather kill myself in a place of my choosing while I still know my name than die surrounded by strangers sitting in a pile of my own shit. This.