*Kacey’s POV*
I turned off the car, grabbed my bag and stepped out. I locked my car and headed towards the front door. Finally, I was home. The first thing I did was go to my room. I flung my backpack on my chair and walked over to my bed. My laptop was laying there, just where I left it this morning. I opened it up, seeing that I left Wattpad running. I guess I forgot to close it when I left this morning. That's just me though, I forget a lot. I sat down and starting searching on wattpad for a new story to read. I've read at least a million books on Wattpad. It's my addiciton, but hey, at least im not a druggy.
After searching through many different stories, adding a few to my library, I got a message. I looked up on the screen. A little ‘1’ was over the message icon. ‘That’s weird.. I never get messages on here..’ I thought. I moved my mouse above the ‘1’ and clicked it. A message appeared.
“Dear Kacey Price,
Due to the amount of books in your library, and the amount of stories you have read on Wattpad, you have been submitted for rehab. We are concerned here at Wattpad Rehab, that your addiction, will get out of hand if not dealt with properly. Your parents/guardians have been informed. Tomorrow, we will have a car waiting for you to take you to Wattpad Rehab. Be ready by 8 AM.
Thank you, and have a lovely day,
The Wattpad Rehab Team”
“I’ve been WHAT?!” I screamed.
My mom burst into my room and shot a glance at my computer, then looked up at me.
“I see you’ve found out.” She said.
I just looked at her. Shock and anger on my face. She walked over to my bed and sat down.
“It’s what’s best for you..” she said softly.
I stood up.
“I can’t believe this. I don’t need rehab! I’m not some druggy addict! I like to read, so what. It’s not hurting anybody. “ I shouted, anger coursing through my body.
My mom sat there stunned. Her face softened a little before standing up next to me.
“Don’t be mad. They are going to help you.”
“Don’t talk to me like that! I don’t need help! Reading doesn’t hurt anybody!” I screamed.
She held my arm.
“I’m sorry sweetie.” She said.
I watched her walk out of the room. She shut the door softly behind her. I flopped down onto my bed.
‘This can’t be happening…’ I thought.
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This is just how it all began for Kacey. We will be updating as soon as we can (:
