Chapter 9.

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Y/N P.O.V

I try my best to ignore it.  That stupid squip. I charge my phone.  I sit down for a few minutes, trying to process what is happening.  Why would mom serve me a pancake with a squip in it? Did she know that it was there?  This bathroom smells terrible. And i'm very hungry.  I don't feel like eating with this terrible vomit taste in my mouth.  I leave the bathroom and walk downstairs.

"Mom.  Where did you get that pancake..?"  Is the first thing I ask her.  She looks at me like i'm insane. 

"I just got them from the store... why?"

I want to tell her about the squip, but I just can't. Imagine how worried she would be. Speaking of worried, the squip did say something about Michael.  She said she was supposed to be with him, not me. Is that why his name was on the pancake? Was that Michael's specific squip that was meant for only him? Did he order a squip? I just have so many questions.  My level of stress could not go any higher than what it is now. Then I remember that I left my mom hanging.

"O-Oh no reason. They just tasted super good and everything." .  I let out the most fake laugh ever.  I'm worried about myself, and whatever is inside of me.  But i'm mostly worried about Michael.

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