7. Mom Forgets Her Priorities ™

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hey everyone! Author here, i have been super unmotivated recently and i feel like i never have the time to do stuff i want. like write and draw. I wish i had more time to do stuff like this. But ill keep trying to put out a constant flow of chapters even if its pretty irregular updates, they are always within a week or two of eachother:)

Ps. Thank you for 600 reads:)

After you told off larry for annoying you, you had walked out into the living room to your mom hanging weirdly off the back of the couch in sweats and a big T-shirt.

"Hey mom" you said monotonously. She slid very slowly off the couch onto the floor and let out a groan.

"Why are you moaning and groaning? you dont even have to do anything today" you said with a sigh. You walked over to your mom and lightly kicked her and yanked on her till she got up.

"I still dont understand why i had to get up" your mother said in sarcastic tone.

"You know you have to register me in the district today right?" You say as you stare at her with disapproval. You see all 5 states of greif come across your mom's face as she hurrys back inside ti get ready.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you waited for your mom to get ready. You stood their for about 10 minutes until you mom. Comes out of your house, slightly disheveled from throwing her clothes on and doing her makeup.

She hurrys you into the car and drives down to the school. As you sat in the car you passed a huge church. It gave you really weird vibes.

About 4 minutes after getting in the car you were already getting out and hurrying into the school. Your mom goes up to the lady and starts to fill out paper work. About 10 minutes later the two of you were called into the office.

The principal asked about your condition, you never really have anything to say other than you lost your memories in an accident.

After everything was done you got back into the car and went back home. Finally unlocking your house door you drag yourself to your bedroom and plop onto your bed passing out even though it was only 6 in the afternoon.

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