Popularity Gone Wrong

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Hello guys! Thanks for taking the time to read my story. In case you're wondering what my update schedule will be like, I will be updating twice a week  for the next three weeks and after that, I will update once a week. However, there might be a week or two in which I cannot update at all. I'll post when this occurs on my status, so make sure you keep tuned for any updates.

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"Pass me the box with the TV, will you? It's the big one." My mom asks.

            I look around the room slowly and then return my attention to my mom, giving her a look. After noticing the strange way I'm staring at her, she says, "What? Do I have something on my face?"

            "No, Mom. All of these boxes are big. How am I supposed to know which one it is?"

            She sighs. "Open all of them and look inside. What else?"

            "Ugh…Mom. At the rate we're going, we'll never be finished. Maybe we should get some help." I throw my hands up in frustration.

            My mom is a collector of anything and everything, and it was a huge pain in the butt to pack everything up. The instant that we got into our new house, she demanded me to help her unpack. And that was, and still is, even more tiring and frustrating.

            "Help? HELP?!" She hisses, "You know that we're already struggling since your dad isn't here, and now you expect us to get help? Do you understand how costly that would be? Do you understand that we really need to be careful with money?"

            I open and close my mouth slowly, unsure of what to do. The pain of my mom's stinging mention of my dad is fresh in my mind. "I—I only thought… It'd only be a couple hundred bucks though, right?"

            My mom lets out a sigh of frustration. "Well I don't know what delusion you're operating under, but we don't have any money, even a couple hundred bucks, to spare."

            Thoughts race through my head. I knew we were slightly struggling in terms of money, but I never thought the situation was this serious. "Umm…Mom, are we poor?"

            "No. We're not. But if we're not careful, we will be."

            "Oh. Well, I—"

            Ding. Dong. The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupts me. "Get the door, will you? I'm going to start up some lunch for us." My mom says with a grimace.