Arabella's POV"Honey, where did you say you are going again?" I rolled my eyes because I was tired of answering the same question my mother kept asking."Mom, a friend has invited us to a party. She will be here soon," I assured her."Okay, I get it," she said, pacing around my room.I don't even know what she is doing in my room. Thank goodness, we've already packed all our things. This is an invasion of my privacy. Mom has been acting differently since yesterday. I am not sure what is up with her."Mom?" I asked."Yes, honey," she replied, halting her movement around the room."Is there anything you want to tell me?" I had to ask because I could not keep quiet any longer."Nothing," she replied, shrugging and continuing to pace."Mom! Will you stop pacing?" I yelled, and she stopped.I hated it when I yelled at her. But she needs to understand that whatever she is doing is not helping me right now. She appears to be going through something, and I can not help her."I saw your fath
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