Thankfully my stomach started growling mid rant and she started making dinner. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take of people thinking I’d done something to attract this kind of attention. Mom fixed a light meal of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches—one of my favorite comfort foods. I figured she was feeling a little bad about grilling me so hard about what happened. Whatever her reason, I was happy and full by the time I made my way upstairs to my old bedroom. Nothing had really changed in my room since high school. I still had the same pink and white comforter on my bed that I’d had since sophomore year. An ancient white vanity with a checkered pink stool that I'd used daily for hair and makeup was against one wall. The white paint on the vanity had cracked and chipped so much over the years, that it now had patches showing the light colored wood that was underneath the paint. I walked over to my bulletin board and looked at the articles I had pinned. They were mostly articles I had written for our school newspaper.
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