Twelve; and the older generation have the nerve to call us rude

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'Well there goes my good mood'

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~March 13th 2020~

The girl ran out her bed towards her bathroom. She was barely able to get the bathroom door open and toilet seat up before she started throwing up. It was about six in the morning, Araminta was woken up from her alarm clock but as soon as she hit the snooze button she had the sudden urge to throw up.

She let out a groan, flushing the toilet as she sat down beside it. She laid her head on the bathtub with a sob. Ara always hated throwing up. Every time she threw up when she was younger she would start crying. It was like a weird reaction she had that also her brothers Arzhel and Alonzo had. It was only the three of them in their family that had that reaction. No on else had it not even their parents or grandparents so she didn't know where they got it from.

"Lovely," she sobbed, whipping the tears that flowed down her face. "Morning sickness. I thought I was safe."

Ara got up to wash her hands and brush her teeth. When she was done she walked back into her bedroom go straight towards her camera that laid on her night stand. Once it was on she placed it back on the night stand facing her and she sat in bed, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders.

"Hola views," she greeted. Her voice sounded less energetic than it usual was when she started a video. "I just threw up." Her eyes were starting to slowly close. She was so tired. She didn't get back home from Harry's till 2:35 in the morning. He had asked if she wanted to stay the night but she declined because she had to work and well take Shakespeare out. "This is the first time I've had morning sickness so far," she whipped her cheeks that she felt wet. "I have work today but I really don't want to go," she let out a yawn. "But i'm an adult and soon to be mom I need to do things I don't wanna do."

She started staring off in the distance for about three to four minutes, before snapping herself out of it.

Ara grabbed her camera, slipping on her slippers. When she walked in the living room where Shakespeare ended up sleeping she saw a liquid on the floor. She hoped it wasn't what she thought it was but when she took a closer look she saw it to just exactly what she was praying it wouldn't be.

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