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"Oh, sure. But can you explain that thing on your arm before you go?" She sounded more stern now. Great, that was her plan all along. To butter me up like a roll and then drop a load on me.
I looked down at it, stalling to find a dumb reason that she'd end up bEving because has no parental skills. I feel like I'm raising her, half of the time.
"I was at Jannat's yesterday and burned myself. It's nothing big. Okay, bye mom!" I sprinted towards my room hoping she didn't catch on to my lie.
It wasn't a complete lie anyways. I did go to Jannat's and I did burn myself. I just didn't burn myself at Jannat's. Us teens deserve a reward for how professionally sneaky we are.
I reached my room and closed the door behind me, locking it. First things first, research. I don't know what happened to me today, but Google always has my answers. It's more like a parent should be, manipulative, have all the answers and not judge us. That sounds about right.
I start the search frenzy with floating objects. Nothing in there helped me except discovering the fact that I do indeed, belong in a crazy house.
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