She Told Me Not to Worry (SEQUEL to He Told Me Not to Tell) COMPLETE

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Kenzie's POV

I only have one more night until I have to go to school tomorrow. I'm dreading it. I don't want to face Connor. Mom probably scared the crap out of him enough, but I still don't know what's going to happen, and I'm scared.

I decided to go onto twitter, since it's been a while since I've been active on my social media. I wish I hadn't gotten on, though.

@KenzieLovato214 is such a slut! Skipped school on Friday, maybe she couldn't own up to what she did on Thursday night with a boy. Slow down there, American Sweetheart.

Who was this person?! It was from the same account as the earlier picture was from. Thursday night was not my fault, AND nothing even happened. The most important thing is this person must be going to my school. But who could it be?

The username is @KenzieLSucks

Who could it be?

I decided not to respond, but I did scroll down this user's profile to see what else they were posting. Big mistake.

@KenzieLovato214 is such a loser.
Attached was a picture of me sitting by myself at lunch while I was waiting for Clarissa.

@KenzieLovato214 is a bitch!
Attached was another picture. It was of me arguing with Clarissa.

There was more.

@KenzieLovato214 isn't even pretty.

@KenzieLovato214 is such a fatty. Look at that belly! Fat fat FAT!

I noticed a tear roll down my face, and I quickly wiped it away. No, this person will not get to me. This person will not hurt me. I'll be fine.

I jumped at the sudden knock on the door. "Come in," I called.

Mom walked in. "Dinner's ready."

"Um..." I started nervously. "I'm really not that hungry."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, I'm just not."
Without thinking, I sniffled.

"Baby, your face is red. Have you been crying?" Mom asked as she sat next to me on my bed.

"No," I said quickly. "My allergies are getting bad this time of year."

She looked straight into my eyes. It always makes me nervous when she does that. I feel like she's able to see in my brain to find out how I'm really feeling.

"Kenzie, you'd tell me if something's bothering you, wouldn't you?" I nodded. "Good. Come on, let's eat."

"Mom, I'm not hungry."

"Kenzie, you know how I feel about you skipping meals."

"Yeah, but-"

"Come on, you barely had a lunch. Even if you don't feel hungry, you need food." I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Excuse me, do not roll your eyes at me," Mom said firmly.

I lowered my head. I always felt bad when I made Mom upset. "Yes ma'am, sorry," I mumbled.

I felt her arms wrap around me.  The few times I was disrespectful, Mom never stayed upset for long. "Come on."

I followed her to the kitchen and sat at the table. I didn't want to eat. That person is probably right. I probably am fat.