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Hannah Peterson rolled over when the alarm clock went off. It was nine am on Saturday and her mother wanted both her and her eight year old sister to get up at nine, even on the weekend because she said that it would help keep her daughters schedules on track for when school started on Monday. Hannah sat up in her bed and suddenly realized that the bed was very wet. This was the fourth time in the past week that the twelve year old had woken up in a wet bed. Sighing, she carefully flipped the sheet back, and got out of the bed. Her purple Hello Kitty nightgown was clinging to her legs, and had soaked half way up her stomach and back. The panties she wore were dripping to the point that the liquid ran down her legs. She quickly stripped, leaving the wet night gown and panties on the wet bed and grabbed her white robe and headed for the bathroom that her and her sister, Alexis shared. Shutting and locking the door she took off her robe and got in the shower, wondering how she was going to tell her mom that she had wet the bed for the second day in a row, and the fourth time in a week. She quickly washed her body, focusing on where her wet night gown had clung to her and then shut the water off. After she had dried off, she slipped her robe back on, thankful that her robe had stayed dry and headed back toward her room. When she walked in, she found her mom already starting to strip the bed so that the bedding could be washed.

"How much did you have to drink before bed last night?" Hannah's mom, Emily asked.

Hannah thought about the question as she pulled out a pair of pink denim shorts and a white tank top. "I had two glasses of water between six and nine thirty... " Hannah replied, sitting the clothes on top of her dresser. "I even went to the bathroom before bed, and woke up at eleven something and went again... I don't know why this is happening..." Tears started to well up in the light grey eyes of the almost teenage girl. She was too old to be wetting the bed and she was ashamed by it.

Emily dropped the wet bedding on the twin sized mattress and looked at her daughter. "Sweetie, it's ok. I had problems with it until I was fifteen..." Emily said. She wasn't exactly telling the truth, but was trying to ease her daughters shame. She had stopped wetting the bed around age 8. "It's probably just a phase. You're under a lot of stress with getting ready to go into middle school. I'll call Dr. Jones and see if she can get you in today or maybe Monday afternoon." Emily picked up the wet bedding and looked at her daugcd hter again.

"I just want it to stop... I won't be able to go to any sleepovers if all I'm going to do is wet the bed..." Hannah said.

"We'll either solve it or we'll deal with it, ok?" Emily said. Hannah nodded, and watched as her mom headed down the hallway with the bedding, pausing to knock on Alexis's door. "Alexis, are you awake?" Hannah heard as she shut the door. The twelve year old dressed quickly, and then looked at her self in the mirror mounted on the back of the dresser. Behind her, she could see the white four poster canopy bed, and it was as if it were taunting her, because of what had happened for the last two nights and about thirty to forty five times since school had let out in early June. After the first time that Hannah had wet the bed, her mom had gone out and bought plastic sheets to put on all three beds in the house under the guise of protecting them to keep them in like new condition. Alexis had accepted that answer without even having a clue as to what was really going on.

Hannah's attention turned back to the long dishwater blonde hair that hung off of her head as she decided on what to do with it for the day. She had seen the forecast for today and knew that it was going to be hot, somewhere right above ninety, and wanted her hair up to try to help keep her cool. She might end up in the pool that was in the back yard before the day was over... She idly twirled her hair around her left index finger before picking up the brush and brushing out her hair. Ten minutes later, she sported high braided pigtails that had pink ribbons tied in them at the top and at the ends of the braids. Slipping her pink framed glasses on, she smiled for the first time that morning and headed for the kitchen so that she could find something to eat for breakfast.