Sunlight shining through a broken piece of the blinds in my window. I groaned.
As soon as I wake up, ever since the day of the accident, it's hit me
She's not coming back.
Rolling out of bed I stumbled my way down the hall and to the bathroom. I looked horrible. Now I know why my mom and brother have been so worried about me. I was a mess.
"Hon, could you come down here for a minute?" Mom yelled up the stairs.
"Ya, I'm coming." I tiredly said back.
Nearly falling, I went downstairs to see my mom and older brother sitting at the table, waiting for me.
Oh great, they were planning something.
"Come sit down." Richard said.
"Mmmk, I'm coming." I mumbled.
I sat down and they both gave eachother a knowing look.
"It's been three months, Amy, you need to go back to school." She said the words I had known were coming for days.
"What! No! I don't want all the pity looks!" I yelled at her. "Richard! Help me out!"
"I'm sorry Amy, but you need to get back on a normal schedual." He said.
I glared at him.
"Fine I'll go." Knowing I'd regret it later, I said it.
"Okay, we called your teacher and told her you'd be coming tomorow." She looked me straight in the eyes. I looked away.
I walked up to my room and gave up. I couldn't take it. I just started to cry.
She would have been the one to help me.
Now I don't know who to turn to.