I am writing a narrative in my English class about the last vacation I took with my mom. It’s hard to write about it in general, but my teacher also wants me to add more emotional weight and go into depth about the meaning of the story. In order to do that, I need to go in more depth about my moms health.
I almost cried in the hallway today because I couldn’t handle doing the paper. I didn’t want to write about it anymore. My friends were sitting right next to me and they didn’t talk to me or see if I was okay or anything. I usually walk with them to class but instead I just went really fast to my next class. When they saw me later they didn’t even ask why I didn’t wait for them. They didn’t even realize I wasn’t there, I don’t think.