The first week had finally passed. Nothing interesting happened, so there was nothing to tell my parents, which thought that they had to know everything about my social life.
This would be one of the best weekends all school year. No homework.
Finally I woke up at noon on the first Saturday of the school year. I laid in bed for about an hour, then got up. I slowly wandered into the kitchen, where my mom was reading her "kazillion" chapter book as thick at the kitchen counter.
"Mom, why are you still reading that?" I asked her in a tired voice. "Because I like to read honey. Reading is like an escape from..." Great. Why do I have to get this lecture again on how reading is such a great thing I thought to myself.
I found myself in the living room after telling my mom that I don't like reading and won't change my mind anytime soon. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Netflix popped up because my TV was set to it. I turned on The Andy Griffith Show. For some odd reason, I absolutely loved this show.
My mom called me back into the kitchen a couple minutes later. "We need to go. Now." she said without reason. I tried to ask her why, but she never answered. She rushed me out of the house and into the car. With absolutely no time to waste, she pulled out of the driveway only seconds after I closed the door. Again I pleaded her to tell me where we were going, and she answered with one simple, but horrifying word. Hospital.
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Ashton
Teen FictionAshton just doesn't want to screw things up. As a brand new 7th grader in a new school, she has no clue how she's going to make it through the first week. After walking through the halls and creating her own little geek/fangirl clique with last year...
