“I really like this girl and I think I am going to call her tomorrow even though she hasn’t responded to any of my Facebook messages.” I say.
“You’re going to get in over your head,” Mom says.
I tell her she is being negative and that I wish she wouldn’t speak to me unless she is going to say extremely nice things. I am hopeful about the girl but I am angry at Mom so I slam the back door as I run out of the kitchen and into the backyard. Morning dew is still on the grass and my shoes lose their grip while I run. I slip and fall into the pool.
“How did you know,” I say underwater. “Mom how did you know.”