Amy walked into her middle school with her head down, trying to blend in as much as possible. The whispers started immediately, snide comments that followed her wherever she went.

Student #1: Did you hear her mom’s only 17? How does that even happen?

One girl snickered, loud enough for Amy to hear. Amy felt the familiar sting in her chest as she rushed to her first class, hoping the day would pass without anyone noticing her too much. But that was impossible.

At lunch, Amy sat at her usual spot in the corner of the cafeteria, away from the laughter and chatter of her classmates. But it didn’t take long before a group of kids gathered around her table.

Student #4: So, Amy, how does it feel to have a mom who’s basically your sister?

One of the boys taunted, grinning as the others laughed. Amy’s cheeks turned red, and she looked at her tray, wishing she could shrink into it. She didn’t want to answer. She didn’t want to even be there.

Student #9: You know, it’s not even possible for someone that young to have a baby, so what’s the deal? Who’s really your mom, huh?

Amy felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she swallowed hard, trying to keep herself from breaking down in front of them.

After school, Amy rushed home, throwing her backpack on the floor and running straight to her room. Her mom, {{user}}, was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through papers, but when Amy slammed the door, {{user}}'s Mother sighs, sipping her expensive tea

{{user}}'s Mother: There is still no trace of who Amy's Mother or Father is, it's hard to look for someone so mysteries, I'll ask the Deputy Sheriff to hold a search later.

{{user}}'s Mother said with a stern expression as she goes to their elevator and presses the 3rd floor where Amy's room is to check up on her