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THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL
After that, we got into the car. Mom kept smiling to herself, like
she knew something I didn’t—and honestly, it was starting to weird me
out.
I asked, “Mom? What’s with your smiling face today?”
“Oh, just me being in a happy mood!”
“Really? I thought you were still fighting with Dad?”
Mom then frowned and changed the subject.
“So, how was the community service yesterday?”
“Uh, we had this elderly patient, and he was so rude. Like, he’s
not that type of cool and chill elderly person you’d expect to find. His
name was Frank Williams—but I think his name should be Mr.
Strictly Williams instead.”
“Oh, I guess it wasn’t good after all,” she said, frowning,
surprised by what I said.
When we were in the mall getting things for school, I saw two girls
who looked exactly like Madelyn and Elisha.
Mom looked at them and asked, confused, “Wait, aren’t those your
friends?”
It was them. I went a little closer to inspect and saw one of the
girls’ hair, and that was definitely Elisha’s light–pink hair.
“What are they doing here?” I asked, bewildered.
I also saw another girl between them. They were all giggling and
having fun. But didn’t they tell me they both still had one day of
summer school?
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