Who am I? Staring strongly in the mirror Regan frowned as she couldn't seem to find out what's wrong with her. Why did I want to? Have I even wanted to? Will I ever want to? Did I ever even like him? Do I still like him? "Regan hun, dinner!" Locking her gaze away from her reflection she took one more quick glance at her reflection before leaving the small bathroom to join her mom for dinner. Turning the corner to see the small wooden dinner table covered with food she neatly scooted out a chair and sat down, "You okay honey?""I'm fine mom."
"You look kinda sad."
"Just drop it." Irritably Regan took a roll and started slowly picking it apart before eating it. Buzz. Buzz. Looking at her mom vibrating phone she sighed,
"Hello?" Of course she picks it up despite the no phones at the dinner table rule. "Yes I can come in, bye." Looking at the maple wood table she just waited for her mom to say it, "I'm sorry I need to go fix something at work with your dad." Typical.
"Okay."
"Will you be okay on your own?"
"I'll be fine."
"Don't stay up to late and call me if Morgan comes over, or tries to contact you."
"I know mom I'm not 4 anymore." Listening to her mom walking towards the front door she stood up when she heard the front door softly open then close. Meow! Looking down at Kat she smiled, "Fine." Grabbing a small piece of chicken she dropped it on the floor for her. Heading toward her room she felt a heavy fog clouding her crowded mind. Bang! Bang!
"Reg let me in!!!" Freezing when she heard her best friends voice she curiously walked over to the front door. Opening it she was met with her best friends frantic face,
"Yes Natalie?"
"I just need someone to talk to."
"Come in, what's up?" (Write Rest later)
"I don't know who else to talk to."
"What's going on?" Feeling her stomach churning at the worried sad look swamping her besties face she waited for an answer,
"My mom, is sending me back to Germany."
"What! Why!?"
"I don't know, I just saw a one way ticket to Füssen Germany on the counter earlier." Feeling tears stinging her eyes she through her arms around her friend,
"What will I do without you?! You're my only friend." Shaking in fear a she lightly weeped she waited for her friend hug her back. Feeling her heart drop as her friend just stood stiff as a board. Letting go she felt her stomach sink as she saw a blank look glazing over her face, "D-did I say something?" Watching her shake her head Regan frowned a little,
"Don't look at me like that."
"Fine."
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I'm REAL
Подростковая литература"It's not a faze, it does exist mum and dad."~Regan I'm REAL is a story about 17 year old girl named Regan Loran struggling to find out what's "wrong" with her after she had an "experience" with her boyfriend Morgan.