Every Day Page #3

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who showed you around

after I did?

Alexander.

You still could be a liar.

Just a ridiculously

well-prepared liar.

Or I could be

telling you the truth.

Or I could be going insane.

Who are you?

Who are your parents?

Do they switch

bodies every day?

Hey, do you mind if we go

somewhere a little

more private?

Okay, maybe if you were

a petite cheerleader again.

But I'm not sure

you fully realize this.

You're a big,

threatening dude today,

so, absolutely not.

Right.

I get it.

I don't know

if I have parents.

Um...

I assume so,

but I have no one to ask.

So, every day of your life,

you've just woken up, and...

Just tried to live that day

for that person.

Not mess anything up for them,

make no mark, leave no trace.

And you're never

that person again?

No. I might see them

at school

a week or a month later.

If I'm in the same area.

So, like,

when you're somebody,

are you them or still you?

I'm me.

You know, my consciousness,

my memories.

But then I can also access

their history

and their memories.

But not all at once.

The longer I'm in

someone that day,

the more I know about them.

Who else have you told this?

I told you, no one else.

That sounds really lonely.

Can be.

And sad.

But it isn't

because I've seen so much.

I know what makes

each person different,

and what makes everyone

the same, you know?

I've seen the same

color blue

look 50 different ways with

50 different pairs of eyes.

But you never get to stay

with anything long enough

to watch it grow.

It's true.

But I'd like to, though.

If I show you something,

will you promise

to show no one else?

Check out my Instagram.

I've posted pictures

any days that I could.

Of people I've been,

and the things that I've seen.

Of course it's a risk.

I have to scrub

the login information

every night

before I go to bed

but it's good

to have a record.

This still doesn't

prove anything.

I mean, you could

just be getting these

from other people

or the Internet.

I could, but I'm not.

Wait, wait.

Can we please meet again?

I don't know. Yes, maybe.

Just let me process this

for a little while, okay?

Okay.

Bye, A.

Bye.

Did you need me?

No.

I'm good.

Hey!

It's me.

Remember?

Yet another person

has the unique idea

to prank me by pretending

to be the Devil.

What?

No, no.

I'm hoping to write something

for my school newspaper.

Actually, I do recognize you.

You do?

I'll meet with anyone

interested in the truth.

Okay.

See, he did something

to my memory

so the whole night's

kind of hazy.

But...

I remember dancing.

Then,

I was in this unnaturally

tiny house.

Then running for my life.

Apparently, that evening,

I told my mom that

he needed to borrow a car

so I could go help

some friends

write a musical about Jesus.

And this should go

in your story.

When he was within me

he used my phone to access

his Instagram account.

I was on Satan's social media.

It was intense.

It was a record

of all the other teenagers

that he's taken over.

Can I see?

He kicked me off

and changed the password

before I could save

any of the photos

but I recognize you.

What do you mean?

From one of the photos.

In the aquarium.

That was you.

He possessed you, too,

didn't he?

No.

No, I wasn't possessed.

When he was within you,

did he talk to you?

I think that's

enough for today.

Did you get a sense

of what he was like?

Like, his personality?

I know his personality.

It's pure evil. He's Satan.

Thank you.

Justin, you cannot

threaten him!

It's not a threat.

I'm just gonna tell him,

"Little dude, next time

you talk to my girlfriend

I'mma help you out

by beating the Devil

out of you."

How is that a threat?

Justin, that's the literal

definition of a threat.

Rhiannon, tell him.

Rhiannon, tell her.

No. Are you a dictionary?

Are you a child?

I'm not a child.

Hey!

How did you know it was me?

Just the way you looked at me.

Also, she doesn't go here.

He doesn't go here.

You're not very good

for his attendance record.

I'm not good for anyone's

attendance record.

Come on.

Look, I thought you said

you didn't wanna mess

anyone's life up.

Speaking of which,

what happened to Nathan?

I had to see you.

I tried to get him home,

put him to bed

but at 11:
59, I pulled over

and passed out

except I screwed up

and forgot to erase

my Instagram info.

He thinks you're the Devil.

If I'm the Devil,

humanity has nothing

to worry about.

That's exactly what the Devil

would want humanity to think.

I can't win with you

suspicious mortals, can I?

Seriously,

why are you doing this?

The day we met,

I felt something

I've never felt before.

And I don't wanna let that go.

About that day,

how is it okay, what you did?

I let you kiss me because

I thought you were Justin.

I told you something

incredibly personal

because I thought

you were Justin.

He never would've understood.

I was in his mind, Rhiannon.

I know him.

Are you serious?

I know him better than you do.

He is my boyfriend.

You know you shouldn't

be with him.

Who should I be with, then?

You?

I mean, off the top

of my head, that's an option.

This isn't funny, A.

This is so weird.

I mean, today you're...

Not everyone's body

aligns with their mind.

But I'm not asking you to give

Vic a chance, Rhiannon,

I'm asking you

to give me a chance.

What do you remember

from that day at the beach?

Um...

That it was super good?

I also remember this.

Can I ask you something else?

Yeah.

What do you like about us?

Us?

Yeah, like, our connection.

Uh...

Um...

We're so connected.

Because we're...

We make a really great team.

Like, we've always

got each other's backs,

like, when you wouldn't

let me drive drunk

the other night at Steve's.

That was super clutch.

And, I mean, that night

with that weird dude,

it reminded me

that I would fight like crazy

not to lose you.

You know?

'Cause our connection

is really powerful.

Steve was so wasted

at the party.

He's flirting with

this girl from Monroe

and turns out that's

Stephanie's best friend.

Jolene, can I have the car

when we get home?

That's the sh*t I don't like.

I have to hit the library.

Nerd.

Hey.

I hope we still have

some time to do stuff.

I basically had to steal

my sister's car.

You were easy to find,

at least.

You're the only person

here my age.

Do I know you?

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

I mistook you

for someone else.

I don't know

what he looks like.

It's not a Tinder thing.

I'm kidding. It's me, A.

Oh, my God!

- That was not funny!

- It was a joke.

I can't believe

you just did that.

- I never get to do this.

- That was not funny!

Maybe it was a little funny.

No.

Nice shirt, by the way.

His mom buys his clothes.

Actually, I kinda like it.

Well, he hates it.

I've been in homeschool

situations before,

and some were great.

But this one's prison.

And the warden is a mom

who speaks really slowly.

But you got her

to take you to a library?

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