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Nevaeh

"Are you okay?" Carter asks from behind me. The halls are nicely neat, due to our low population.

"Yeah," I half-lie, I am not okay. "I just had a weird dream." I walk calmly, pushing the front doors open, and look for my bus: Bus #7.

"You want to talk about it?" She stumbles to catch up with me. I stop in my tracks.

"No." As much as I want to, I can't. I tell Carter everything. But just not this. I can't just say: "Oh, I had a wet dream about this 20 year old who I just met this morning. His name is Niall Horan, and extremely attractive. But he's not my type. Funny, right?"

I couldn't do that.

"Oh okay." She mumbled. "Maybe you could hang out after school tomorrow? My mom is making homemade pizza rolls." She asked. Now there's something interesting.

"Sure, I just gotta ask my momma!" I said cheerfully, pizza rolls are like pizza... But bite sized. I like pizza. As we climbed up the bus, we found an open two-seater, and sat.

"Oh, I've been meaning to ask you," she laughed slightly, "why do you call your mother 'momma' instead of 'mom'?"

I turned my head to answer, it was a good question to begin with. "I dunno," I chuckled, "never really thought of that. I just do, I guess." I wondered if everyone who spoke to me, thought of that. Does it annoy them?

As soon as the bus stopped in front of the Motel, I quickly hopped of it and ran straight inside. Momma was napping, laying her head on her crossed arms that rested on the desk.

"Afternoon, Mother." I said, sarcastically cheerful.

"Huh?" she snorted, picking her head up.

"4:30." I laughed, watching her as she wiped the drool off the side of her cheek.

"Oh, yeah." She couldn't help but let out a snicker. I jumped upon the counter of the front desk, swaying my legs side to side, freely.

"So where is that guy, Niall Horan?" I sounded tauntingly, but I'm just curious. Momma stretched out her limbs, letting out a large yawn.

"I sent him to pick up some groceries at the market about an hour ago." She exhaled. I nodded in disapproval. I'm still unhappy about Momma's new hiring. "Should be back in a short time." She checked her watch.

"He probably got jumped by uncle Bill's kids." I drew ridiculous conclusions. Uncle Bill's kids are about my age. The three of them are all unpleasing; nothing but a bunch of bullies, they are. "The guy provokes me. Not a doubt he would provoke them."

"Nevaeh, don't say such things!" Momma snapped at me. "Stop your judgin' on Mr. Horan." She hates it when I'm hateful.

"Alright, alright." I raise my hands up in surrender. I stretch out towards her, and plant a kiss on her forehead before hopping off the counter. I take a step outside, the sun beats down on me; blinding me almost. I race up the large pile of stairs before reaching the designated floor. My room is 5F. Or, floor 5, room F. But I call it 5F.

I unlock the door with the key that is chained around my neck, swinging the door open. The air embraces me. The familiar smell lingers under my nose. I love that smell. The smell of home. It's a pleasant smell to be greeted by from a long day away.

I carelessly drop my backpack onto the ground, as I excitedly walk to my study nook. A part of my room specially made by me. The nook contains a wide variety of exciting series like Harry Potter, and crappy novels like Twilight. **sorry if you're a fan of twilight, but we all have our opinions**