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I stay out with Oliver for a few more hours. But I was starting to feel sick, so I drove home.

  At first, I was thinking Period cramps, but it was much worse than that. Of course, most girls in high school think that if thier stomach hurts, then it cramps, but it wasn't.  I couldnt sleep, and it was horrible. I recovered, of course. But I was acting all strange. I would feel an emotion, and somthing would happen to someone. But the effects where always bad. 

I tried to ask my mom about it but, when I bring it up, she would have this terrified look on her face, and change the conversation topic. 

"MOM, tell me what is happening to me!" I said while I was screaming and crying. 

"I CAN'T! IT'S TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO HANDLE. Now go to your room."

"WHY DON'T YOU TRUST ME? AM I JUST 'TOO YOUNG'"

"No, it not that. just go to your room. I don't want to discuss this anymore."

"BUT I DO! I HATE YOU MOM."

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