Billie Eilish and her daughter imagines

Mommy at school

Amelia 7 yo

Amelia pov

As the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over my tiny room, I groggily rubbed my eyes and rolled out of bed. Today was another day, just like any other. I glanced over at my mommy, Billie, who was already up and about, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she moved around the room.

"Morning, Mommy," I mumbled, my words still a bit slurred from sleep.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she replied, flashing me a tired but warm smile. "Time to get ready for school."

I nodded, dragging myself out of bed and shuffling over to my dresser. My mommy always picked out my clothes for me, so I didn't have to worry about what to wear. Today, she had chosen a comfy sweater and a pair of jeans, along with my favorite sneakers.

Once dressed, I grabbed my pacifier and stuffed bunny, clutching them tightly to my chest as I made my way to the kitchen. Mommy was already there, pouring cereal into a bowl for me.

"Thanks, Mommy," I said, taking a seat at the table.

"You're welcome, sweetie," she replied, ruffling my hair affectionately.

I popped my pacifier into my mouth, the familiar comfort easing the nervous fluttering in my stomach. Mommy always said I was too old for it, but I couldn't help it. It made me feel safe.

After breakfast, mommy grabbed her keys, and we headed out the door, the cool morning air hitting my face as we stepped outside. We walked hand in hand down the street, Mommy humming softly under her breath.

When we reached my school, Mommy knelt down and gave me a tight hug. "Have a great day, sweetheart. I'll pick you up later, okay?"

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I didn't want her to leave, but I knew she had to go.

"I love you, Mommy," I said, my words slightly muffled by my pacifier.

"I love you too, darling," she replied, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before standing up and waving goodbye as she walked away.

I watched her go, feeling a pang of loneliness settle in my chest. But I knew I had to be brave. Mommy always said that bravery wasn't about not being afraid, it was about facing your fears head-on.

Taking a deep breath, I turned and walked into the school building, the chatter of my classmates filling the air. I made my way to my classroom, my pacifier in my mouth and bunny clutched tightly in my hands.

As I entered the room, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. I could feel the eyes of my classmates on me, their whispers floating through the air like tiny daggers.

"Look, it's the baby," one of them sneered, causing the others to giggle.

I bit my lip, trying to ignore them as I made my way to my seat. But it was hard. They always made fun of me, calling me names and laughing behind my back.

I sank into my chair, pulling my hood up over my head in an attempt to hide from their prying eyes. But it didn't work. They continued to taunt me, their words cutting deeper with each passing moment.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

Instead, I focused on the sound of my own heartbeat, the steady rhythm soothing my frayed nerves. Mommy always said that I was strong, that I could handle anything that came my way.

And she was right. I may be different from the other kids, but that didn't make me any less worthy of love and acceptance.

With that thought in mind, I squared my shoulders and lifted my head high, refusing to let the bullies get the best of me. Today would be tough, but I knew I could make it through.