Terror began to grow inside me. There was no way that my mom could see what I look like. She wasn't the kind of person who would like to have a whale for a son. Maybe I could escape out of the window, I had done it a few time before, there was a trellis that was sturdy enough to climb down on. I waddled over to the window with the intents of opening it then I realized, there was no way in hell I would be able to climb down the side of the house at my size, hell I probably wouldn't even fit through the window. Maybe if I pretended to be sick she would leave me alone and then I could escape while she was out doing errands.
Where could I go though? Who would understand or believe me and then what? Maybe I could text my best friend Alex, if anyone would believe me, it would be him. But what could I say?
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