"Honey, tell me the real deal. What actually happened?" Mom asked.
"Nothing! I was just feeling sick, so I came home."
"Are you sure? Was it really that or was someone being mean to you?"
"Being mean to me?! Mom, you talk to me like I'm in first grade!"
"Or was it boy drama?"
"What boy drama?" I sigh. "I really thought we could be friends," I whisper to myself.
"Huh?" Mom says. Did you say something that I missed?"
"No. I say. Just leave me alone. I am sorry I can't be a normal child. I am sorry that I am an embarassment. I can go if you want." I walk out the front door.
"WAIT!" Mom calls out. I pretend I don't hear her and grab my bike and start riding.
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My Name is Insecurity
Художественная прозаOutside the door of the auditorium, there is a table with a girl standing behind it. "Hey!" she greets me kindly. No scowl. No sense of rudeness. She is not ignoring me! This must take some getting used to. "Hi!" I reply back. "How can I...
