Tricia fled while screaming at the top of her lungs when I threw up on her, and her sister did the same.
I'll stop at nothing to avoid seeing the expression on her face that suggested she was about to pass away.
Though I am aware that I would suffer the consequences later, I really hope it would happen more frequently so people would stop treating me like trash.
I should get some rest before my mother wakes me up to make dinner because I'm feeling pretty stressed out.
I'm grateful to the person that knocked on the door because if not, I might be something to be ashamed of.
And what if my father decides to kick me out?
My inner voice was asking me to quit being negative, so I face palmed myself.
I felt my stomach and wondered how the baby was feeling within. Does the fact that
