After she and her mother ordered, Hazel's mom asked her "So, Hazel, how's school going? Any favorite teachers established yet? Or any cute boy..."
"Mom! Don't ask me stuff like that, you're supposed to tell me I'm too young to have a boyfriend or stuff like that!"
"Okay then, I'll cut to the chase, your teacher called me, again. He told me you started skipping again this year. I'm worried about you. Why don't you go to class?" her mother asked with a worried tone.
"I don't really want to talk about this right now mom, can we not."
"Okay Hazel, when do you suppose you will be ready to speak to me about skipping. I've given you plenty of time to think, change your habits and still, you use the "I'm not in the mood to talk about it" excuse. I'm done asking you when you feel like talking about it. I feel like it. Why are you skipping?" this time, with less of a worried tone and more of an angry and agitated one.
Hazel, feeling the heat, responded "I skip because I feel like it. I know you think there is a big well thought out, total explanation for me skipping that will warm your heart and we can have one of those chick flick moments and bond over finding a perfect solution for your perfect daughter to keep our perfect family, perfect, but that's not reality."
Thank god for Hazel, the food arrived.
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A Fatal Mistake
Teen FictionShe's young and likes to take charge, although her fire personality may not always be good for her. When she starts receiving phone calls from an unknown caller, how will she react? Get ready as the story of Hazel Salvatore unfolds.
