disclaimer: ay lmao
xxi.
concern
Her parents decided she needed fresh air, and maybe a hospital, but mostly fresh air. She could hear their whispered concern and knew her weakness had costed her. They were worried now, and they would watch her closely.
Her father called to her, soft and worried, "Blossom?"
She looked at him, trying to force happiness, curiosity, something into her eyes. Judging by his face, it wasn't working well.
"Your mother's going to the market, do you want to go too?"
"Okay, Daddy," She winced at her hoarse whisper and the empty tone of her voice but managed to smile weakly.
an. if you don't want to hear me wallow in a pool of teenage self-pity, please proceed to the next chapter. otherwise, trudge onward!
self-pity time: my life is a mess and i hate my parents. sounds common right, like EVERY OTHER TEENAGER? except they both act younger than i do, they've been seperated-but-not-really (we all still live together) for three years, and my mom is pregnant by her boyfriend who i am 400% sure will turn out to be a rebound. she told me last night they had their first fight. first fight, my fries! and she's already pregnant! i forsee a mess. a big mess.
okay pity-party over, sorry 'bout that but i at school and they wont stop texting me and i was publishing this chapter so this happened. sorry.