"You don't remember?" "No, I just told you." "Okay. Sorry, but what happened BEFORE the accident." "Umm," I looked at my mom. She was starring at me. Then she looked at her phone. Actually everyone in the room was staring at me."I was upset." "About?" Damn, this girl. I did like this girl. It was interesting watching her. Her brown eyes. Her curly hair. "Can we talk about you?" She looked at her dad. I'm guessing he nodded,"Uhh, sure?" she looked confused. "Do u have any siblings?" "No. Well sorta, I have a half-brother that died." "Oh." I looked down, sad thing to happen. So I wanted to be nicer on the next question,"How come you came?" "Umm, well I had bad grades on my report card, so my parents grounded me." "Why'd you have bad grades?" I could tell she was getting uncomfortable, so I only had one question after that. "Why would anyone have bad grades? I was talking in class, D for participation. I kinda went threw a stage where I don't do any work. So an F. And that's really how." I was confused. She couldn't have had a D
D and F in all classes. "Okay. That's all." I didn't want to ask the last question. I could fell my hands…I mean hand, sweating. "How do your…well that parts that got tooken off…how do they feal?" I didn't like that question. I can't feal anything. It fells like a nub. Might as well be asking me 'How do your nostrils fell after getting a scrudom (It's a piercing threw the nostrils). I accidentally snapped at her."Fine. How do your nubs fell?" It gets tiering talking about the same thing every day! "umm, what?" "Laylanie!" My mom shrieked. I guess i said it nastier,"Uhm, wut!?" "Stop it!" "Stop doing what, momm! As you've seen, I've only gotten one hand, and I've been sitting in this stupid wheelchair all day!" screaming now,"I obviously can't do a SINGLE thing around her!" my mom had a horrific look on her face. And Laurin mumbled something like,"Sorry." but I couldn't hear it that well because my mom started crying.
I must be the worst mother" my mon started sobbing. "No mom." I said. But actually, my mom was like any other mom, always made me do chores. Made me cry every now and then. And treated people like she loves them more then me. My mom treats my sister like a queen, and my nephew like a prince. It's so annoying. I know my parents try hard, but its not always hard enough. My dad works late, my mom is always watching my nephew. I eventually got use to being alone. Aria had soccer, and I wasn't really aloud to hang out with Timithy at my house. ----Journal---- I got pranked call today. Calling my a b. Its gotten worse. All over my wall are mean post! The Nurse came into my room and told me I was going to the Rehabilitation Center. Or Rehab. So stupid. My sister talked about rehab and she said it was stupid. ---Out of journal--- "Laylanie, you have some visitors." my mom smiled at me as she popped her head into the room. Aria, and her parents walked in. Her mom started crying and Aria was looking at her finger nails. *manicured* "Oh my gosh! Laylanie. Does it hurt?" Aria's mom asked me. "Umm, no. I can't fell anything. Well, not much anymore." I replied Every now and then I wanted to pop my nuckles but I cant. After visiting with Aria's family for an hour, they left. I started packing for Rehab. I got online, and saw more post on my wall. I got a few text from family and friends. Voicemail too. I didn't realize how much time pasted. My mom came in to check how much I got done. I actually didn't get a lot done. But I didn't have much either. Within minutes I was being put in a wheelchair and down the hall to the elevator. Rehab… here I come. ------—–—-----–––—------------- Message from Sing (Author) I didn't realize people still liked the story. (bad day)
I'm sorry u guys. I don't fell like making this story anymore. But I'll make a new TRUE (half true) story. Look for my as the author or by. Lol