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Loving Annabelle, Alternated Ending Fan Fiction Contest
Annabelle and her mom were eating a late dinner. Annabelle was thinking how she should bring up the subject, she had hardly touched her food, and unfortunately her mom had noticed it.
”Aren’t you hungry?” her mother asked, after watching her daughter play with her food for a while.
”Ehmm, not really I guess” Annabelle answered, getting more nervous as the time went on. ‘This is it, I will have to tell her sometime anyway, and she can smell something is on I just now it,’ Annabelle thought smiling nervously at her mom.
”You wanted to talk to me about something that couldn’t wait?” her mom asked, starting the subject.
Annabelle looked at her mom, figuring out how to start, she put her fork down.
”Yeah I uh…” Annabelle didn’t know how to continue. She started playing with her ring, a nervous habit she recently had picked up. She looked down at her hands and had to smile, immediately Simone came into her mind, and her nervous habit of playing with her necklace. ’I don’t want to lose her,’ Annabelle thought at the image of Simone, she would fight for her no matter what. With the image of Simone and the future that could be she got her courage, if she wanted a future with her love, she had to talk to her mom first. Exactly what she was about to do.
”Yeah I need to talk to you about my possibly going to be future.” Annabelle began.
”You said that yes,“ her mom getting more interested.
”Well there’s someone. Someone who means the world to me” Annabelle stopped, waiting to see what her mom would say.
”As in a girlfriend you mean?” her mom asked, but already knowing the answer. Her mother knew she was gay, she accepted it if it made her happy, just not liking her first girlfriend. ‘Glad she moved away’ the senator thought.
”Yeah I guess I ah… need a sort of favour” Annabelle said nervously. Because how do you tell your mother you hardly had contact with, that you’ve fallen in love with your ‘former’ teacher, who’s fifteen years older. Not the type of conversation you have every day.
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