Terror began to grow inside me. There was no way that my mom could see what I look like. She wasn't the kind of person who would like to have a whale for a son. Maybe I could escape out of the window, I had done it a few time before, there was a trellis that was sturdy enough to climb down on. I waddled over to the window with the intents of opening it then I realized, there was no way in hell I would be able to climb down the side of the house at my size, hell I probably wouldn't even fit through the window. Maybe if I pretended to be sick she would leave me alone and then I could escape while she was out doing errands.
Where could I go though? Who would understand or believe me and then what? Maybe I could text my best friend Alex, if anyone would believe me, it would be him. But what could I say?
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.07 seconds at 1:16am on Dec 25, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author