"Hi mom," I say as we walk into the house
aria went upstairs but I wanted to tell my mom about tonight first
"hi lav"
"Can I go over to my friends' house tonight at 4"
"sure what about Aria"
"well, she and my friend don't like each other so she's going to stay here. but she'll stay in my room so it's okay she won't bother you"
"you should bring her with you"
"she's not friends with them it would be awkward"
"so you're leaving her out. that's not very nice Lavender"
"Mom she doesn't even like them I told you."
"okay whatever but just know we're gonna get to know her okay"
"Okay have fun I guess"
I go upstairs and walk into my room
"hey," I say walking in
"Hi," she says looking confusingly at her phone
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah I just got a weird text"
"oh what is it about?"
"people somehow heard about me staying here... wait did you tell people?"
"I mean I told Analyse but don't worry I didn't say anything other than your parents are on vacation"
"oh no. she can't know that!"
"why not"
"oh my god she's going to spread so many rumors"
"she wouldn't about me"
"exactly but she will about me. oh great my life's going to be ruined"
"Hey relax how is it that you staying at my house makes your life ruined"
"It starts as a normal small rumor then it turns into us doing things together, into me being blamed, into people bullying and hating on me, into me getting threats, into me cutting, into me trying to kill myself, into my doctors making me and my family change schools and move out of town, which we cannot afford right now," she says fast
"Does that happen a lot?"
"how do you think I started in Texas and ended up here after 30 new schools"
"oh wow. so you've tried killing yourself 30 times"
"well no out of the 30 moves 15 have been from suicide attempts, 10 from threats from other people, and I've been in a few mental hospitals"
"oh wow. I'm sorry all that has happened to you but I won't let them get that far."
"you've only known them for a little amount of time you can't say that."
"well, I'm going to try my hardest. I don't want you to be in those situations again."
"thank you. I really can't deal with any more of that"
"I know, well I have to get ready. by the way, my mom mentioned something about getting to know you or something I don't know she's kinda weird"
"I like your mom she's nice"
"you've talked to her?"
"yeah when we were waiting for you before we got my stuff she was talking to me"
"well that's good I guess"
