Something About Got7

Part 5- Conversation With Mom

- NARI'S POV -

"Nari honey, wake up were home." Mom gently shook me. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Mom unbuckled my seat belt and we climbed out of the car.

"You go change and I'll bring you some food and medicine for your head." Mom pushed me to the stairs.

"Thanks mom." My head was still aching from Jong whipping it around, but the nap helped a little. Once I reached my room I pulled out a simple tee shirt and athletic shorts from my closet and changed. I had just logged into my laptop when mom walked in.

"Here you go." She handed me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some chips, "I also brought you some pain relievers and a ice pack for your head." I probably had the best omma in the world.

"Thanks mom, and thanks for coming to get me and taking care of me." I hugged her tightly.

"Of course I would take care of you. You're my one and only daughter. I would give up everything to protect you." She started to tear up a little, "I'll do everything in my power to get you transferred out of that school. I'm sorry it's taking so long."

I wanted to cry too, "I know mom. It's okay, don't cry. Things will get better."

She let go of me and wiped at her eyes, "Anyway, so should eat and rest. Hold that ice pack on your face for about 15 minutes. Ill come check on you in a little bit." She kissed my forehead and walked back downstairs.

I took a bite of my sandwich and turned back to my laptop. I logged in to my Twitter account. There wasn't really anything exciting beside some interesting tweets from my online friends who were also Got7 fans like me.

They were all excited for the concert tonight, and because we all get to meet up together and hang out. Unlike the kids at school, my friends online are super nice and supportive to me. Plus we have a ton of stuff in common.

I retweeted a few of their tweets, then clicked out and closed my computer. I got up to see what omma was doing. As I approached her at kitchen table she ended a phone call.

"Who was that?" I asked her.

"Oh, I called the school to tell them what happened and to see how much longer a transfer would take." She sighed, "They said it would probably take two to three more months."

"Oh, okay." I was disappointed. I was hoping the transfer would have went through by now.

"How's your head feeling?" She stood up to look at my bruise.

"It doesn't hurt anymore since I took that medicine. Could you loosely braid my hair for me?" I turned around and handed her a hair tie. My scalp and forehead was still too sensitive to have my hair up completely. " I was also wondering if you still wanted to go with me to look for an outfit for the concert?"

"Yes!!" She yelled giddily, "You have to look perfect tonight just in case..."

"I really don't think Oppa will notice me out of all the other screaming girls, but I guess I can still look great." I grinned.

Mom grinned back, "Hurry and get your shoes on so we can go!"

I ran back upstairs to grab my favorite pair of high top vans and purse, then went down to wait at the door. Mom walked out from the kitchen with her purse in hand, "Gaja." We stepped out and mom locked the door.