Fate for Hazel

MOM's CONFESSION

My bed was the place most appealing to me. So there I sat, all cozy and smug recalling the event that had just taken place.
Things like this had happened before, like that time in 3rd grade when I was being chased by Camilla Creever, the school bully, and how I was about to be hit by a brick thrown by her and I put my hands over my head as a shield. The brick touched my hands and broke. Oh! And that time in 5th grade when I was sitting on the swing in the school park and this rude boy came up to me and asked me to get of the swing, I argued and he pushed me, I was about to witness bruises on my face and everyone staring at me, but when I hit the ground it was.. Soft, I got back up and saw the boy watch in disbelief. Later I put my hand down and felt the ground, it was cement..these things were just, creepy i guess...
Thinking about the creepiness was a bad idea. I was really very startled when I heard a knock on my door.
Mom scattered in clumsily, and sat down beside me. I told her everything...
She sighed and said "do you like your school, Hazel?" You know the answer. "I would have a long time ago but... I can't stand the fact that... What if-?" She stammered. I just stared at her, what the devil was she talking about? She must have noticed this quizzical look on my face, because she then explained-"Hazel, these strange things, it, it..uh..well Hazel,there was a note that came with you the night you were left on my doorstep. I don't know who it was from but.. It said things like this would happen, and when they did.."she stopped, taking another breath. " Pack your bags Hazel, with everything you might need for a year" with that she left the room almost in tears.
I obeyed.