Ottilyn's P.O.V.
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"Are you sure you have everything?" Mom asked over the phone.
"Mom, I'm going to a hotel for one night with Trina and Franky. I don't need much," I replied.
"I know, I just worry," she said.
I felt guilt start to creep up.
"Should I just stay home Mom?" I asked.
"Absolutely not Ottilyn," she replied sternly. "You are 18-years-old, this is your last year of high school, and you're finally getting out there and doing more stuff. Don't let your mother's silly worries ruin that for you, lovebug."
I smiled.
"Okay Mom, but I promise you I'll be totally fine," I said.
"Trina and Franky are dropping you off tomorrow, right? I'll be home to greet you. Tell them to stay for dinner," she said.
"Okay, I'm sure they'll lov
