When I told Mom about my disaster of a day, she was anything but sympathetic.
"Olivia's different, Alice. In fact, I think you should stop playing with Ellie and those girls and more focusing on Olivia, at least until she's adjusted.".
"When will she be adjusted?" I asked.
"Oh, when she's like the other kids I suppose.". That's when I lost it.
"MOM, OLIVIA WILL NEVER BE LIKE THE OTHER KIDS! I'M SICK OF BABYSITTING AND LOSING FRIENDS BECAUSE OF HER!" I screamed so loud the neighbors could hear.
"Alice Siena Taylor! Go to your room!" Mom shouted. "Here Olivia, I made cookies.". But instead of going to my room, I stayed put.
"I'm leaving!" I said, then ran to the garage, got on my bike, and left.
