When I got home my mother was in the phone; she gave me a simple wave and continued to talk. "Typical" I thought to myself. I went up to my room and blasted my stereo for awhile and then I heard a knock on the door. "Come in" I said over the music. "We need to talk... About you. And school." She shouted over the music. "I can't hear you!" I shouted back. She clicked off the stereo. "I'm pulling you out of school." I was shocked. I sat there in silence for a good thirty seconds. "No. No you can't... My friends, my academics. I'm at the top of my class. Aside from the other nights homework..." I choked back tears. "It's for your health. I've found a school for kids like you." She said this as if it was nothing. "What do you mean kids like me? Terminal?
Dying? Forgotten by their parents?" I stormed out of my room and down the stairs. "What on earth do you mean?" She ask-screamed. "Why are you sending me there? What made you decide that this is what's 'best' for me? I'm not 'like' them. I don't wallow in misery like them. I've seen those clubs and schools and they aren't my cup of tea thank you very much." I began to feel sick... I got so worked up. "It isn't about what you want it's about-" "It's about what you want. It always is." And then I lost my lunch. "Look what you've done now." Mommy dearest said. "Oh, now you're angry because I threw up. That makes sense. Why don't you go talk on the phone and I'll clean this up. I'll be out of your hair in no less than 20 minutes." I've never been so disrespectful but I didn't care. "Whatever, I don't have time for this." And she walked away. "You never do..." I muttered under my breath.
Sorry for taking so long to update... It's been weird lately. - FQ ♡
