chapter 2

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pov amelia
I come in the toilet nobody is good here , I look myself in the mirror . Did I just move a pen without touching it but how . How is that possible, it is impossible  . I feel nauseous and I go into a cubicle and puke . Someone enters the toilet *amelia is fine*someone says I already know who it is ivy *not like that*I say *I puked*I say *uh do I have to get a teacher*asks ivy *no get me stuff from the class*I say *okay* she says and I hear her leave the toilet.

Ivy comes back in *I've got your stuff*says ivy. I get up and go out of the toilet *thank you*I say *tell the teacher I'm going home and I'm sick*I say *oh okay*says ivy *I'll come to you as soon as possible after school*says ivy *okay *I say  . We walk out of the toilet *byee*says ivy *bye*I say. I walk out of school  and I call my mother

[The conversation]

A is amelia
M is mother

M: hello amelie are you not in class
A : uhm well I puked so I'm coming home
M: oh sweetie come on
A: okay mom see you soon
M  : see you sweetheart

[The end of the conversation]

I arrive home and knock on the door my mother opens it and she hugs me *oh honey are you okay* she says *yes a little better* I say *come in honey it's so cold outside* she says. I come in *I made you a nice chocolate milk *my mother says *warm?*I ask *yes *says me mother.

Me on the couch and my mother is working in her office upstairs   . I watch TV my favorite series , gilmore girls , I sit down to drink and watch it . How did I move a pen without touching it is so weird . I look at me drinking on the table . I go straight into a clothes position and put my hand forward I focus on the drink and in 1 go the glass breaks and I scream . My mother runs downstairs, I pull my arm back My mother is in the room *what happened* tells my mother  *uh my drink fell* I say *darling just lie on your bed okay I'll clean this up* says my mother. I get up and want to walk out of the room but my mother says this *how did you ever drop your drink on the table *said me mother *I don't know* I say and I walk out of the room and walk to my own room

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