by ZIV
“You need to be more social,” my mom said. “It will help you later in life.”
“You should go to the dance tomorrow,” dad said.
“Why? Homecoming is a minefield for teenage emotion. One wrong step and Boom!”
They look at me like I’m a ship in the distance at night. “You will regret not going,” said mom.
“That’s what all my friends say,” I responded, “but who cares if I go?
“Your friends will,” dad said.
“My friends barely notice me anyway.”
“That’s not true,” my mom pipes in.
“Sadly it is.” I got up from the dinner table. “I am not going.” I went upstairs to finish my homework. I felt lost as I finished, I had no one to share my feelings with. It only got worse.
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