I finally started to feel confident with my body. I weighed 100 pounds and was fit. I was working out everyday just to stay in shape. I ate a salad for lunch and maybe an egg for breakfast if I was hungry. I mainly took care of myself. As I got into my 5th period class I got called down to the principals office. I didn't know what was going on. Had someone found me and brad? Did someone find out about me cutting? What was happening?
"Stella, Honey, I'm so sorry. Take a seat." The principal says. " Your mom was out grocery shopping when she had gotten shot by someone. The person shot the wrong person." I could feel the tears running down my cheeks as I curled into a ball and fell to the floor. Why would someone do that? Why her? Why me? Out of anyone? It has to be me and my mom who suffer the most. I ask if someone could take me home. The administration tracks someone to take me home and look after me. As soon as I get home I go into my moms room. I sit on her bed and stare into space.
