As it got dark, I got sick again. I would've loved to join everyone in the room, drinking, smoking, and have good laughs. Instead I spend it with the toilet...
Paul: (knocks on the door) Michelle?
Michelle: (Wipes mouth) yeah?
Paul: are you alright luv?
Michelle: I am
I stood up, flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I walked out of the bathroom and Ringo shouts.
Ringo: She's back!
Michelle: haha I am!
Ringo: you okay?
Michelle: better than ever
I faked a smile and sat on the couch where the feeling of vomiting, and a massive headache arrived to me.
Michelle: I think I'm going to call it a night..
Everyone shouts "Awww why?!"
Michelle: because I'm tired
John: we all are but we wanna celebrate! Come out with us tonight
I faced everyone as they all stared at me, I had no choice! I'm going..so we went into our rooms to get ready. I put on a dress, did my hair and make up. We all were finally ready within 30 minutes and head out the door towards a building called "The peppermint lounge".
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I closed the journal, placing it down and I head towards Helen to see if she needed help.
Laura: hey
Helen: Laura...your mother is no where, I've tried my best
Laura: she's gotta be somewhere!
Helen: I know honey...(hugs Laura)
Laura: she's has to think that her daughter may want to see her one day! Why is she hiding from me!?
I sat on the floor and begun to cry. All I'm asking is to know more of who I really am.
Helen: I'm so sorry!
She sits on the floor with me rubbing my back, then she let's me lay on her lap as she strokes my hair.
Helen: there's one thing we can try to do
Laura: what's that?
Helen: contact your dad...
Laura: Ringo? He Won't believe this! Throughout the journal she doesn't really tell him that she's pregnant!
Helen: oh...but it doesn't hurt to try
I wipe my tears with my hands and nod to Helens idea, I'm willing to do anything...
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In My Life...Who Am I?
RandomLaura is at an age where she is finding herself but turns out who she thought she was, isn't who she really is...is she really Laura? One journal gives a clue. (The Beatles)