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The Immortal Effect

A gray curtain held all the sunlight in for heaven and left Shaylee in a gray mood. The blue scrubs that were her only comfort, were one of three pairs she had for volunteering at the hospital. Shaylee opened up her planner for some false hope, that she could silence the thudding pulse in her head. But the shaky letters on paper assuredly took that ridiculous notion right out of her mind. Nine a.m. to 4 p.m., ISCP (Iowa State College Preparation) High school; 5-7 p.m., volunteering; 7:30 to closing at Old Navy. She dropped her head into her folded arms on her knees, three hours or more left at least. She probably should have been worried that the Iowa she was looking at was blurring and streaking past the low-rumbling bus, but she was too tired to care.