Lexie's POV
Finally, the doctor said I could go home at around 1pm. Yes! As soon as I got there, I sat on the couch and watched tv. Mom served me soup. Then she sat down on the floor near the couch. "Lexie, we need to talk. Ever since your dad left, I've been thinking. We should move." "Where?" I asked. "New York City," my mom said. At this, I  nearly spit out some soup. New York City? Why New York City? Why not Tennessee or Florida or Hawaii? New. York. City. "Why New York?" I asked. "Because I can get a good job there. At the Empire State Building. I would make a lot more money, and we could have a nice penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park. Doesn't that sound fun?" "Mom, I'm feeling better. Can I go make some you tube videos? My fans probably think that I'm dead." "Don't you get it? We're out of. here as soon as you're better!" "Noooooooo, mom! I need to go to school and say goodbye to my friends. And give them all my number so we can text or call or do face time." I whined. "Fine, Lexie. Once you're better, you can go to school for one last day and say bye to your friends." I nodded, then lied down and went to sleep.
I woke up 4 and a half hours later, at like, 6pm. I felt way better. My mom gave me some medicine, which I took with a glass of water. After a while, I felt a little better. I grabbed my iPad. Then I began to take a video of myself singing, " Sorry," by Justin Bieber. It was horrible! I couldn't believe it! I can't sing anymore, I thought. I was a you tube sensation, and now, I'm horrible. I fell asleep, wondering why I'm not the same.