That boy was so... unforgettable. I haven't been able to forget about him. He's been stuck in my mind. I want to see him again but I don't know how. He might be a sixth former but I don't know if he goes to my school. I've never seen him there or maybe never noticed.
My mother came home a day early. She said she "couldn't handle the pressure of leaving me alone".
Which meant me, being stuck 24/7 with my mothers constant checking. Her head, popping in at my door every five minutes. Asking an "are you okay" question. I have no idea what possibly made her like this but I want her to stop. It's been so irritating.
I walked out of my room after my mom did her checkup on me and went to talk to her. But I caught her on the phone.
'Yes. I know.' I heard. I crept close behind the wall, next to the doorway and eavesdropped when I shouldn't've.
'Yes. Zariah will do that if she likes it or not. I can't do it. Yes. Okay. I'll drop her off tomorrow. Yes. She's a very good girl, I'm sure you'll be able to cope with her. I have to get away. Live my own life, y'know? Yes, of course, sorry. See you tomorrow. Bye.'
The tear dropped from my eye and rolled down my cheek. My mother was disowning me.
Why?
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