𝐍.𝐑 𝐗 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

𝟰𝟬. | 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗺 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸

⎯ 𝐀𝐆𝐄 ; 15 years old

⎯ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ; 645

⎯ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

⎯ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; -

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You were laying on your bed zoned out in complete silence, but after a moment you heard light knock to your door.

You sighed and got up from your bed to fix your hair in front of the mirror. "Come in!" You said loud enough for the person behind the door to hear.

Then your mom appeared in your eyes.

"Hey babygirl, how are we feelin', huh? Wanna do something fun?" Natasha suggested as leaned against the wall with tied arms on her chest. She loved spending time with you, you made her happy. "I bought some of your favorite snacks on my way home." She smirked trying to persuade you.

But you weren't really in mood, so as an answer - you just shrugged with you shoulders.

She raised her eyebrow at you. "Now, this is absolutely not my daughter." She started coming towards you. "What have you done to Y/N?" She narrowed her eyes and put both of her hands on your shoulders looking deep into your eyes.

Small smile appeared on your face.

She gave you a smile as well and lowered herself to your height. "Okay, come on, what happened my love? Is it about your exams this week?" She pushed your chin up with her fingers to make sure you were looking at her.

You groaned and jumped on your bed. "I'm not gonna make it." You said with face down to the blanket so that Natasha could barely hear you.

She sat next to you on the egde of your bed and tapped place next to her. "Come here, big girl." She rubbed your back.

You sighed and sat next to your mom as she ordered.

She put the arm around to pull you closer to her and make sure you're comfortable. "Why do you think you won't make it?" She asked you.

You took a moment to think of answer. "I'm afraid that stress will take control over me. Thousand voices in my head as soon as I take pen to my hand." You rest your head on your mom's shoulder.

She rubbed you arm lightly. "Well, many people struggle with stress every day - even me." She looked down at you.

You looked up confused at her. "You?"

"Mhm." Your mom confirmed.

You sighed. "Yeah, but you're always so strong and confident, mom. You manage to beat it and don't let it control your thoughts." You groan and rest your head on her lap. "Tell me your secret, I beg."

She giggled quietly and started to play with your hair. "And who said you aren't strong and confident?" She raised her eyebrow.

You shrugged. "Well-"

She cut you off as soon as you wanted to speak up. "Exactly- no one, because that is absolute bullshit, Y/N. You're the strongest person I know, you are my number one priority, sweetie." She brushed your cheek.

You gave her warm smile. Her words made you feel special, She always knew what's the best for you.

"You inspire me every day and you're the reason why I keep going. You're smart, ambitious and wonderful teenage girl, Y/N. Remember that for me, okay?" She waited for you too agree with her.

You nodded listening to her carefully.

"And you know why you're gonna pass those exams? Because you're my girl." Your mom paused for a second. "My girl always wins, doesn't she?" She smirked. "No matter what the results will be, I will always be proud of you. Always." She kissed your forehead.

You were smiling from ear to ear. "I just love you, mom." You jumped into her arms.

She laughed. "Just to the moon and back, right?"

You giggled snuggled to her shoulder.

"And hey, if the stress will start distracting you, promise me you'll try to focus on your breath, okay? It should help." She whispered to your ear.

"I promise." You whispered back.