"THE FINAL CHAPTER."
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Campbell West Cade has been through a lot of trauma in her seventeen years. Her mother left her, her father went to prison, she was placed into an abusive home, was attac...
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I GOT SUSPENDED FROM SCHOOL FOR THREE DAYS. Mom and Dad weren't really mad since I told them what she said about my father, but I'm still grounded.
I can't any friends or Brent over. I can still have my phone though.
Dad actually gave me a high five when he realized I won which also made Mom mad.
"Campbell, can you come down here, please?!" Mom yelled from downstairs.
I slid off my bed, and I walked downstairs to see Mom writing on a piece of paper. Her dark brown hair was put up in a ponytail and she was in leggings and a pink blouse.
"What's up?" I asked her, stuffing my hands in my hoodie pockets.
"Would you like to go to the store with me?" Mom asked, looking up from the piece of paper.
"I thought I wasn't suppose to leave the house," I replied, making her shrug.
"I'll be there with you, and we are just going to the grocery store which is like ten minutes in town."
I smiled,"Okay. Let me go put on my shoes."
I have been stuck in this house for a little over a week, and I'm so happy to go out. Don't get me wrong, I would love to go outside, but it's too cold outside to do anything.
I put on my boots before grabbing my phone. I went back downstairs to see Mom putting her purse on her shoulder.
Her belly has has gotten bigger, but I guess that's normal for six months along.
Mom and I walked outside, and Mom handed me my car keys.
"Oh my gosh! Are we taking my car?" I asked her, making her nod.
"Well, you have only drove it like three times so why not," Mom replied as I unlocked the doors.
"Thank you," I thanked her as we got into the car. I buckled myself in, and I started the engine.
Mom put hers on, and I backed out of the driveway. Then I switched gears, and we were on our way to the store.
Mom stifled a yawn, and I asked her,"Are you tired?"
Mom nodded,"Amber has been kicking me the last two nights and I have only gotten maybe six hours of sleep in total."
"I'm not looking forward to that," I said with a shake of my head.
The thought of kids scares me. I love kids, but I'm scared that I won't be a great mother.
"It's not really that bad. So have you created a list of names for your children?" Mom asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I do not have a list," I replied, making her gasp.
