I walk back into the room, too much at a loss for words that all I can muster out is, "They gave me a shot, we can go now." She nods and we walk out of the room.
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When we arrive back home, I walk up to my room and flop on my bed. All I want to do is start sobbing, and I let a tear run down my cheek but I feel nauseous again. I wipe away my tears and say to myself, "I can't change this. If I want to save them, I have to leave them. I can't cry over this."
I then start to pack up my stuff. Luckily I have lots of cardboard boxes and travel bags. I have almost all of it packed up when I hear Mom say, "Hey honey, time to go to the high school graduation ceremony for your brother!"
I hear her walking upstairs. She can't see my room like this! I rush outside my bedroom door and close it behind me as she climbs the last step.
"Well, that is if you are feeling well enough to go..." She says.
"Um, I'm not really feeling up to it. Can you take pictures and save me some cake, or whatever they serve?" I let out a small cough.
"Okay honey, I should be back around 5:00 with your homework. Try to get lots of rest, ok?"
"Okay mom." I reply.
She walks downstairs, and once I hear the front door lock, I go back inside my room. In all that's happened, I forgot about society! What about Yemeni, or school, or the science fair?! I was going to present my experiment about my homemade electric bike!
"Ugh!" I groan, "Wait, I have until next week, why am I packing?"
Woooow me, just wooow...
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Esther's Home for Morphed Kids
FantasiWhen Ista was diagnosed with Morphomia, her life changed forever. She was sent to an island in the Bermuda Triangle, an island called Evermorph. There she met many other kids with Morphomia, and the longer she stayed, the more she learned about this...
