today I felt sick. my head hurt and all i wanted to do was stay in bed. my mom tried to get me to get up, but she gave up when all i did was groan. i felt like crying, but I didn't. i wasn't sick. my mom checked my temperature and it was normal.
my mind kept trying to imagine my dad. maybe that's why i felt like crying. i didn't want to know anything about him. or do i? no. i will never ask my mom about it. i don't want to have her worried.
tomorrow is the big day. and right now that's way better than being like this. it's 9:00 pm. i'm going back to bed. . .
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Goodbyes are stupid
Teen FictionThanks to my friends for letting me use them in the story. I love you. Some of the things are made up and some are true but I wont say what is what. cx well bye and thanks for reading.
