I got home from school and stormed up to my room and slammed the door and plopped on my bed and cried. I cried and cried and cried.
"Ramona? Are you okay?" Jackson asked.
"Yeah I'm completely fine." I lied.
"No your not. Tell me." He said.
"Fine. I got detention for yelling at the teacher cause I didn't finish my work when I was out." I started to cry again.
"Aww baby. Did you take your medicine for your.... you know." Jackson said.
"Well no." I look down.
"You need to take it or you will go out of whack." He said.
"So your calling whack?!!!" I yell.
"I'm not saying that." He said.
"Shut up." I said.
"What?" He asked.
"SHUT UP AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yell.
"Ramona please-" I cut him off.
"Get out!!!!!!" I yell. Jackson got up off my bed and walked out of my room. By that time, I was crying so hard that my room will fill with tears.
"Ramona! It's time for you to go to school!" I heard my mom yell.
I didn't answer cause I was crying really hard.
"Ramona?" I heard my mom yelled again. I still didn't listen but then I heard footsteps coming upstairs. I saw my mom at my door.
"Are you okay sweetie?" She asked. "No! I'm not! Now get out of my room!" I yell.
"Please don't yell." My mom said. "Just get out mom. I will be down soon." I calmed down. "Oh okay. I will see you down there." My mom smiled and walked off out of my room.
I walked over to my closet and looked for an outfit. I found one and pulled it out and put it on. (Below)
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Then I walked into the bathroom to wipe all my tears away. Then I put on some liquid makeup and a little eyeliner and some mascara and then did my brows and my eyelids then I put in some lip balm and walked out of the bathroom and walked into my room when I saw Jackson sitting on my bed.
"What are you doing in here! I want you to GET out!" I yell.
"No! I'm no! I'm worried about you and the thing I wanted to tell you was that I have detention for the rest of the month because I pulled a prank on the teacher. And also the principle too." He looks down.
"You have detention?" I asked. "Yeah I do. I will be with you." He smiled. I smiled too a little.
"What do you mean by your worried about me?" I asked. "I don't know. Your just not your funny smiling self lately." He said. "I know. I'm sorry. I just... I'm actually worried about you." I say.
