The following morning is filled with hungover people moaning as they try to eat and drink something so they won’t throw up, and unfortunately, I am one of them.
Jade and I leave once people start to call taxis and their parents, and my mom picks us up. Emma, Jake, and I talk about having a sleepover tonight to emotionally prepare ourselves for school in two days.
When I get home, I observe that my parents are unusually silent and that something is up.
"Everything okay?" I ask at the lunch table, while everyone is enjoying their soup, including me. I decide to start eating in SMALL amounts three times a day so my teeth and hair wouldn’t fall out and so that I won’t faint, but I know I am going to immediately throw up once I leave the table.
"Um…we have something to tell you." My mother starts and I put the spoon down, knowing that this is her serious bad news face.
"What happened?"