"Dang girl." I said. Rachel and I were playing Roblox and she kept winning. "Sorry, Daniel. It just looks like I'm way better than you." She smirked at me. I was disgusted with her. "It's, Danny." I reminded her. "That's the fifth time this week I had to remind you!"
"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry...... DANIEL!!" She laughed so hard her face turned pink.
"UGH!" I was SO mad.
"Kids! Dinner!" Mom was calling us. We all sat in our seats. Mom strapped Mars to her highchair. She made.... Huh? "Mom... where's the food?"
"Oh! Right! Sorry!" She went back to the kitchen.
A couple of minutes passed by. "Where is she?" I asked Rachel. "I don't know. I'll check on her." Rachel walked to the kitchen. I heard screaming then... "DANIEL!! CALL 911!!"
"Hey! What did I-" She came running back. Crying? "CALL. THEM. NOW."
Minutes later we were in the hospital. I can just remember the tears streaming down my face as they took her away. "MOM!!" I yelled, countless times. I tried making my way past all the doctors to see her. "Mom! It's ok! The doctors will fix you up and-"
"Her heart rate is dropping fast. Check for a pulse." I fell back. "No pulse." They took her away. That was the last I ever saw of my mom.
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It Isn't All About Being "Popular".
Novela JuvenilDelilah finds out she doesn't have to be popular to gain attention.
