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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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17. Chapter 17.

"Kait? Kaitlynn, come on wake up." I hear the non-exciting words whispered into my ear.

"What?" I groan and roll over.

I rub my eyes and open them to reveal the lads surrounding my bed, all smiling. I make a face at them all and lay back down, pulling the duvet over my head.

"Oh no you don't." I hear Zayn complain as he reaches and pulls the duvet away.

I begin whining before I notice Louis bringing a cupcake in front of him with a blue candle in the middle of it. I stop whining and glance at all of the boys, confused. They all look at each other before singing that damn birthday song, adding their own twist to it. I get the sudden urge to punch myself in the face when I come to sudden realization that today is my birthday. God, I feel like an idiot now. But why are the boys all singing to me and bringing me cupcakes and smiling? I know that Zayn and Harry would, but the others? Why were they being so nice all of a sudden?

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