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overwhelmed

y/n age: 15

i had recently just missed 3 days of school because i was sick. i honestly was still feeling sick, but i needed to go to school because my teachers kept putting zeros in so it looked like i had horrible grades. school just started like 2 weeks ago and i definitely had like a 2.0 gpa with all the zeros i had.

"y/n get up sweetie...time to get ready for school" i heard mom say softly. "and actually get off cause i gotta drop you off before i head to the studio" she said while opening my curtains.

"what about dad?" i asked.

"he has an early practice, he already left" she said. i groaned.

"how are you feeling?" mom asked and she sat next to me on my bed.

"awful. i honestly feel worse" i stated. after my comment my mom placed her hand on my forehead.

"you do feel a little warm, you sure you want to go to school?" she asked.

"i need to. my grades are awful right now cause my teachers keep putting in zeros." i said.

"okay, but you know you can always call me if you start to feel worse when you get there" she said.

"okay thanks mom" i said.

"mhm, now get up we gotta leave in an hour" mom said as she got up and walked out my room closing the door behind her.

i wasn't feeling that great so i just threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants and then my uggs and called it a day. i didnt feel like straightening my hair either so i just left it curly.

i packed up my backpack and then left my room and walked downstairs.

"you want anything to eat baby?" mom asked. the thought of eating something right now makes me want to throw up. i shook my head.

"alright lets go then" mom said and we walked to the car. my mom and i got in the back while drew got in the front to drive us.

"what time will you be done at the studio today?" i asked.

"i should be home before you get home, but ill let you know if anything changes" she said. i nodded.

when i tell you school was awful today, it was awful. in my history class i was handed 3 pages plus the homework for tonight to complete. in chemistry my teacher wasn't there and i was so lost, i just sat there trying not to cry because no one around me wanted to help me. gym class was awful because my body hurt and my chest hurt. spanish i had to make up a test. my business was okay, i had to finish two assignments and i didn't even get to start the one that was assigned today. english was awful because of the amount of work i was handed to make up. now i just figured out that i have a math quiz tomorrow which im hoping i don't have to take.

"hey y/n how was school?" drew asked as i walked up to the car. i could feel the other kids staring at me. they all called me a spoiled brat because of how much money my parents had. but the thing was i didn't get everything i wanted. my parents make me earn what i get, i just don't get it handed to me.

i just shrugged to drew's question because i knew if i opened my mouth everything would just come rambling out and i would eventually cry.

the car ride home was quiet. i was tired, overwhelmed, and just didn't feel good at all.

when i walked into the house, i could hear the tv on. i didn't see my parents so i was hoping they weren't home or at least down here to ask me how my day was.

as i was walking my the living room i saw my parents on the couch. my mom was reading some book and dad was watching film on the tv.

"hey baby how was school?" mom asked and dad looked over at me.

"fine." i said quietly. i turned on my heel and walked out the room and up to my bedroom. i set my stuff down and just face planted into my bed. i just wanted to sleep my problems away. as i was laying down i heard a soft knock on my door.

"hmm" i hummed loudly. then the door opened slowly and my mom walked in.

"y/n? what's wrong sweetie?" mom asked.

"nothing" i said as i kept my face down in my bed. i didn't want my mom to see that i was on the verge of tears.

"can you look at me please?" she asked softly.

"no." i mumbled.

"are you gonna tell me how your day was?" mom asked. i shook my head.

"okay well how about you take a nap or something then come down when you wake up" she said. i didn't answer. my mom just got up and left the room and closed my door softly.

about an hour and a half later i woke up. i grabbed my backpack and made my way downstairs.

"hey girly how was your nap?" my dad asked. i didn't answer i just went over to him and climbed into his lap. i was pretty tall, 5'10 to be exact, but my dad was 6'5 so i fit in his lap. i laid my head on his chest and he rubbed my back.

"you ok?" he asked. i shrugged. "long day?" he asked. i nodded.

"where's mom?" i asked.

"she's in the music room" he said. i just stayed quiet.

"you sure you're okay? do you feel any better?" he asked.

"no i still feel the same" i said.

"i'm sorry girly...did you take your medicine?" he asked. i nodded. "how about homework? how much do you have?" he asked.

"i don't even wanna talk about it" i said.

"that bad?" he asked.

"mhm. i should probably start though" i said as i got up and walked over to the stools at the kitchen island.

i sat down and began to do my work. but the thing was i barely had anything done because i was so lost. i didn't know any of this. i was getting frustrated and when i got frustrated i cried.

tears began to fill my eyes and i tried to blink them away. they just kept coming and coming.

"y/n? baby what's wrong why are you crying?" mom asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"i'm just frustrated." i said as my voice shook.

"why are you frustrated? hm?" she asked as she pulled out the stool next to me to sit on.

"i-i have so much work and i don't even know how to do it! i asked my teachers for help but they all said i needed to ask my peers. no one wanted to help me and now im stuck i don't know what to do" i said as i finally broke down. all the overwhelming stuff and anxiety just came pouring out.

"hey take a deep breath...you're okay" my mom said. i took a deep breath, and then another.

"why don't we look at it together? i may be able to help you with some of this." mom said.

luckily my mom is like the smartest person i knew and she knew how to do all of it.