"Leeanne, who prefers to have it quiet." My mother - well, almost mother - said. I just sat on the chair, no emotion on my face. "Why must she be so... Such a a... Problem child?" My almost mother - AKA, Amelia Smithson, whined. "Because, nobody is perfect. Amelia, remember when Nadia died, and I was cheating on her?" That voice was familiar.
"Yes, I do! But Leeanne wasn't such a pouting whiner like she is now." Amelia snobbishly sneered. (Exiting this odd point of view) Leeanne was scared for her life; these doctors were just staring at her, and her parents argued.
"Leeanne, I'm so sorry." Isaiah Brooks, or her father, said. Leeanne said nothing, and the doctors at last shooed her out.
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We have our results, Mr. Brooks.
At first, we believed it was something like she wasn't getting sleep, but we tested her, and it's true.
Leeanne has schizophrenia. This disorder can be lifelong, and she can get extremely dangerous. We will have to arrest her to a hospital.
Thank you, Jake, from StateFarm.
Amelia read the letter in horror. "My daughter is a schizo?" She hollered. The old lady that lived next door came out, and threatened to beat her with a walker if she didn't shut the hell up. Amelia walked in the house and searched for Leeanne. They're not arresting shit! Amelia thought. She banged on the twelve year old girl's door, hollering more.
Leeanne opened this door and scowled. "What?" She asked. "Read this!" Amelia's voice was now shaky. A few seconds later, Leeanne shook her head. "What is even schizophrenia?" Leeanne asked. "A-" Leeanne cut her off, as her face scrunched up. "You..." Leeanne screamed in despair, and grabbed her head. "Shut up already!" She cried. Amelia sobbed with her. "Schizo!"
