Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Lying in bed has never made me feel so depressed. I loved being lazy but not when I was so sad.

Someone knocked on my door, but I was not in the mood to talk to anyone. "Go away!" I muttered into my pillow.

They didn't listen. Whoever was at my door walked into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. "Poppy, do you want to talk?" Mom asked me.

"No," I muttered. "I want to cry instead."

Mom sighed. "Why did Grayson break up with you?"

"Why do you care?" I asked. "You hate him anyway."

"That's not true Poppy," Mom said. "I didn't approve of him, but seeing you cry over him made me see that he means something to you and that's all I want. For you to be happy."

That got me to sit up. I rubbed my eyes and Mom handed me a tissue. "Thanks," I said quietly.

"Now why don't you tell me what happened?" Mom asked.

I wiped away my tears. "I don't even know what happened. He dropped me off and said we need to break up. I really like him, Mom. He's the only one who didn't treat me like an