Pregnant For The Bully
A golden chandelier hanged low on the ceiling, adding beauty to its appearance.
My feet sank into the rug as I stepped on it. The room was neutral, the wallpaper was of a neutral colour.
Six chairs surrounded the table, a plate was in front of each chairs. Forks were placed at the left of each plates, while knifes and Spoons were placed at the right hand.
Three of the chairs were occupied, I didn't dare look at their faces. Mum collected the huge tray from my hands, whispering a 'thank you' to me. I turned back to leave, staying a minute in here might make me throw up. I wasn't a bit comfortable.