Chapter 2: Baby

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I lie down on my bed, thinking about what happened today.After I went to the bathroom, I wiped all my tears and went to math. In the room, I saw Amelia. During class, Amelia was shooting dirty looks at me with her icy, blue eyes. They used to be a sort of baby blue, but after the argument, it turned as icy as snow in Antarctica. I couldn't help but cringe. I didn't even pay attention to the class that much. Sigh. I guess I just need to catch up tomorrow. At lunch, I sat at a table, alone. No one talked with me today, except for a few nods or heys from Sophie. I sigh. 

Unwillingly, I crawl out of bed. I open my backpack and take out my packets of homework. History, science, math, and writing. I open up the packet of writing. I read. "Write about the most painful experience in your life." I stare in horror. I am NOT going to write about losing my best friend. Instead, I wrote about how I broke my wrist while doing a backbend. I was kind of lame, but I'm good at writing, so I think it's pretty decent. I hope I get a B or above. 

 "Hey, honey. How was your first day of high school?" My mom asked, suddenly popping in.

 "Fine," I said. 

"Come on. Want to talk about it?" My mom replied. I didn't say anything. I burst into tears. My mom looked nervously around the room, looking for tissues.  

"Don't cry, sweetie. Don't cry." She said, soothingly. I cuddle close with her, enough to smell her "mom smell". It's the smell that every mom has. It's kind of sweet, kind of sugary. I think it's the smell of love. I tell her everything. Including Amanda. Including Sophie. But just notabout Amelia. I don't know why I didn't. I just... I just want to figure stuff out on my own. Now that I am in high school, I need to be independent. But I still feel like a baby, cuddling in my mom's lap, smelling the sweet, sugary smell.

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