I heard my door crack open, and knowing it was my mom, I quickly hid the pregnancy test kit and walked out to my room to see her with a pack of pizza; the aroma was calling. I couldn't just wait to grab a bite.
"Here is a pack of pizza for you," she said and kept it on my table
"Mom, this attitude of yours these few days doesn't make me believe you have changed. Your recent kindness is becoming weird; hence, it isn't genuine," I sighed as I lay on my bed facing the ceiling.
"Elizabeth, I don't know what is giving you the guts to talk to me in such a disrespectful manner; just don't forget that I am your mother, no matter what!" She yelled as she slammed the door behind her.
She is the last person I will ever share my problems with. I am in a very horrible situation right now, and I can
