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“Meg,” my mom called, looking up from her shiny white laptop, “I think you should stay home from school today. You seem sick.” Huh? I thought, my forehead crinkling in confusion “I feel fine mom,” I said with a hint of annoyance in my voice. “Honey, moms know best. And look, your face is practically green!” I peered into the mirror, examining my face. “Nope,” I shot back “I’m good. Bye.” She grabbed my arm before I could squeeze out the door. “Stay,” she said firmly, “I mean it.” I raised my hands in surrender. I couldn’t pass up a free say at home. My mom played a satisfied smile on her lips, obviously pleased with herself. What was her problem? I rolled my eyes, plopping down on our vintage green couch.
Almost everything in my house was old. Leave it to my mom to keep her old clothes from high school for me to wear. I reached into my backpack, pulling out my favorite book Little Woman. I opened the tattered book to a random page, and instantly began reading, even though I knew the whole story by heart.
Later that day, just like my mom predicted, I had a fever of 102 and was sick to my stomach. Ugh, I thought, of course my mom just had to be right. “See honey, I told you.” my mom smirked, as if reading my thoughts. “Whatever.” I replied, storming out of the room.
The next day, I went to school. During Algebra, I got the exam I took last week back. F. Great, I thought, mom’s gonna kill me.” The rest of the day went by like any other day.
When I got home, my mom instantly asked me how I did on my test. Yep, that’s my mom. Don’t ask me how she knows about every little thing thats going on in my life, cause I’m as clueless as you. Suddenly, I heard myself saying “I got an A! It was easy. All my studying defiantly payed off.” Truth is, I didn’t even study! I felt my cheeks go red, waiting for her reply. ”Oh, really?” she asked “May I see it?” Crap, I thought, I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that! “Umm,” I answered, getting nervous, “i left it in my locker.” I stood there, with my heart pounding, gazing at the floor. “I can’t believe you would lie to me about not one, but two things! I know you got an F! Show me the test!” she shouted, her anger rising. She never over reacts this much. “I swear I’m telling the truth!” I screamed, annoyed.
“You’re lying! I know it. She told me. She hasn’t been wrong before.” Now her voice was like a whisper, shaking with tears. “Who?” I asked. Suddenly her face turned white with fear. And for just a second I thought I saw panic rush over her face. “No one.” she said a little bit to quickly. “I’m tired, I made a mistake.” My mom stood up so suddenly the glass of water near her feet toppled over. She ignored it, nothing like herself. “I have somewhere to be.” and with those five simple words she walked out of the house.
Three hours later I was pacing the floor with the phone in my hands. Mom always calls I thought. Ever since dad passed away she was up making breakfast for me in the morning and home to ask me how my day was after school. She hated leaving me alone, even though I would be 16 in just a little over a month. Finally I decided I’d call her. I dialed her number, and hoped for the best. After the phone rung for an eternity her voicemail picked up, and I left her a simple message, jut asking her to call me back, trying to hide the fear in my voice.
At 9:30, I realized I hadn’t eaten since lunch earlier that day, and was starving. I made myself a sandwich, then sat down with my homework.
The next morning she still wasn't home. I had to catch the bus, because she was my normal ride to school. The day dragged on, every second ticked by slowly. When the final bell rang, I rushed to the bus, hoping my mom would be waiting for me at home. She wasn’t.
I called her again, ready to give her a piece of my mind, when she answered with a sob. “Meg?” she asked. Instead of the long speech I had planned out, I just replayed “hi mom.” “Oh Meg. I’m so sorry.” She again, burst into tears. I’d never heard my mom cry before. She sounded so young and innocent, that I couldn’t bring myself to be mean to her. “I’m on my way, hun.” she said, when she regained her voice. “I’ll see you soon.” I grabbed two cans of lemonade, and headed out onto the porch, waiting for my moms arrival.