"Why didn't you tell us?" My mom said, sounding very worried.
I had enough courage to tell them my phobia than just saying something else because I don't feel like having a dramatic moment. Actually, I never feel like having adramatic moment. I hated drama and all that junk.
"Because, I wasn't ready! I know, it's your right to know as my parents but, I just-" I sputtered.
"We understand," My dad said. "Tomorrow, after school we're taking you to the psychologist to deal with your problem."
"Honey," My mom put her hand on my shoulder. Her beautiful green eyes look worriedly at me. "Please, always remeber that we are your family and that you can tell us anything. And I mean anything. If something's bothering you, tell us. You don't have to deal with this alone, alright?"
"Yes, and I'm sorry." I said as she hugged me.
"Megan, why won't you go to your room and take a rest? Don't worry, we'll help you fix this." My dad said.
I went straight to my room and changed to my unicorn onesie. I wore the sweater everyday when I was small. It was purple, its hood had a unicorn's horn on top and the front of the onesie was a pucture of a unicorn. Then one time, when my helper washed it, it grew really big, big enough to fit me now that I've grown. I cried so badly when I saw it. I threw a really loud tantrum that my dad decided to buy a new one, but I told him to keep the old onesie so I could wear it when I grew older. the onesie reminded me of my childehood years, when the world was full of hapiness and hope, when nobody judged anyone and everything goes like you want it to be. When the whole world was perfect.
I heard a loud knock on my door. I figured it was Jake. It's just one of those days when you know your family so much you know who knocks the door.
"Come in." I said.
He giggled when he saw me in my onesie. "Why do you always wear that when you're sad?"
"I'm actually not sad, I'm happy that you people know about it now." I sighed.
"Then, if you're not sad, how do you feel then?''
"Just...sentimental." I say as Jake looked at me worriedly with his green eyes. I always wished I had green eyes. Instead I inherited my dad's brown eyes. The only thing I got from my mom is her hair, which I am proud of. Everyone always compliments me about how naturally smooth and shiny they are.
"Don't do it again."
"Do what?"
"Keep secrets from us. So if that Adrian guy is flirting with you, tell me. Because I'm gonna punch him right in the face."
"Since when do you get a say on my lovelife?"
"Since you were born. The only thing I like about your crush, is the way he makes his brownies. Honestly, you should really taste them. They are delish."
"I thought you loved my brownies?"
"I kind of got used to yours. I wanted a newer version of your special brownies." I giggled.
"No, really, Megan. If you have any problems, if you can't tell mom, at least tell me. I'm your older brother and I won't just let you solve your problems alone, okay?" Jake is sort of the protective type. Jessica is really lucky to have her, knowing that it's hard to find guys like him.
"Speaking of problems, how are you and Jessica?"
''I'm sort of worried about her. She's been ignoring me lately and yesterday she didn't go to school. I'm her boyfriend! She should tell me what's up, right?"
YOU ARE READING
No Ordinary
Teen FictionShe's Megan Kent. She's got the looks, the brains and every boy falls for her. But she has a secret. She is the daughter of the head of the SWAT team. In short, she is no ordinary teenage girl you'd expect. As she's the youngest SWAT agent, she is...
