Jessica

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I ask my mum to drive me to the mall this time. The bus wouldn't wait half an hour for one 15 year old girl to return to the bus. As I perch myself in the front seat of mums BMW, mum turns to me and asks,
"What's up, sweetie? You look very down"
"Nothing it's just, I fell over on the bus-" I was cut off.
"Oh God, it's not the tumours is it, that's it, get out you're not going to the mall!"
"Mum"
"Never again can I let you out on your own!"
"Mum"
"No more home schooling!"
"Mum" I was getting annoyed now.
"Hospital trips, operations,"
"fucking hell, MUM!"
"Yes?"
"I was bumped over, I didn't fall, even though-"
We then continued together,
"I/You clearly stated that I fell."
"Don't get me worried like that again!" Almost yelled mum.
"Now, can you drive me to the mall?"
"Sure"
I entered food court to discover the boy from the bus. Standing, with his (right) arm behind his back.
As I neared, he moved his arm out holding a $50 bill.
"Care to, um, join me?" he asked.
His cheeks turning pinker and pinker with every second that passes.
"I do care"

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