Chapter 13
I walk up my driveway towards my house. When I get to my door, I take my house keys out of my back pack and unlock my door. As I walk into the foyer of my house I think, "Wow. This is the first day at school, since the depressing news, that I actually survived!". I smile and then quickly remember, "MOM". She's no where on the first floor. I walk up the stairs to check her room, she's not there either. I call her on my cell phone.
"Isabelle, is everything alright?!" she answers after a few rings.
"Yes, Mom. Everything is okay," I reply.
"Oh I see what you're doing…," she says.
"Psh…what am I doing?" I joke.
"You are calling me up to make sure I am at work and I am proud to say that I am," she tells me.
"Good. How is it?" I worry.
"I've been getting a lot of 'I'm sorry's and hugs," she says with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Yeah, I know how you feel. On my first day back I got a lot of those and I just couldn't take it anymore! It's hard," I tell her to help her feel better.
"Yes it is," she says sounding really sad.
"Mom, please don't cry," I tell her when I feel a tear come down the corner of my eye.
"It's hard not too, Bells," she says crying. I'm now crying too.
"Mom, please wipe your tears and go back to work. I have homework to do," I wipe my face dry with the sleeve of my sweat shirt.
"Thanks honey. I love you," she says sounding a little happier.
"I love you too, Mom," I say and then I hear a click that tells me that the call is over.
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Please, Don't Go!
Genç Kurgu13 year old girl, Isabelle, is best friends with her 19 year old brother, Jeremy. But when Jeremy has to go back to Iraq to fight in the war she is so upset and overwhelmed. Now that he left it’s just her and her mother because her father passed awa...
