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THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL
Cleaning was never my thing, but Mom always had a hard time
keeping the place perfect since she never had a partner by her side.
Until I was about three, my dad used to live with us. But Mom
never told me the whole story of what happened, so I always thought
he left for “milk,” like people say, or maybe they just got divorced. I
never got too sad or devastated about it, but I used to overthink it. I’m
just glad people never asked or bullied me about it—especially my
friends.
And I love helping Mom, even though cleaning is the last thing I’d
usually offer to help with.
“Ahh, now this is what I’m talking about!”
I opened my MG group chat and saw a lot of messages:
“Aliss, where are you?!”
“Omg, Aliss, are you dead?!”
“Aliss, please answer!”
I guess I hadn’t texted anything in the group last night. I might as
well call them. When I did, everyone immediately answered.
“Aliss, where have you been?!” Jessie cried out from the screen.
“Yeah, you didn’t text or call us last night,” Celia added.
“Uh, sorry guys, I felt dizzy last night and… and…”
“And?” Jessie cut me off.
“And Caelum carried me!”
Somehow, I shrieked like other teenagers would if a guy did
that—but I didn’t mean to.
“What?!” Celia said, shocked.
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