My Unmarried Pregnant Secretary

1.7

Oh my goodness. No, no, no, no. This is a dream. It's all fake. Nothing's true. I'm just going a wee bit insane. No, I am insane! Objects don't float! This house is a freakin' death trap! They make you think you're going insane, then when you're at your peak, they make you break down. You break and they win.

I took one last look at the clock to see if I really saw what I thought I saw. Yep, still there on the floor, crushed. I left the room and fled down the stairs with no regrets and not trying to turn back. This was absurd. Nothing like this actually happens to people. It's weird and unreal. I'm pretty sure there's a hidden camera somewhere ready to pop out and say something along the lines of 'Gotcha, you ugly girl!'. I was just hoping that's what would happen the whole ride home.

I pulled into my driveway, the car rocking back and forth because of the cracks in the ground, and saw my mom's McLaren. Oh, finally she's home. Now that I thought about it, I haven't even seen her since Wednesday. The thought brings a hint of sadness to my freaked out mood.