It says: Tell me what is going on with you lately. I need to know.
Knew it. Why does she have to be so nosy sometimes? It's so annoying. I have to write something, or else she'll get all pissed off. I write: I'm not going back to school. You can't make me.
I hand the notebook back to my mother, and stuff my face into my pillow. I feel my mom get off my bed, and I lift my head to watch her leave. She looks back, sees me watching, and makes the motion of "I love you " in sign language. Again, I stuff my face so far into my pillow, it's hard to breath. She leaves, closing the door gently.
|Thanks to my lovely new friend, Nick, haha see what I did there ;) I've gotten an inspiration that started my story up again. These last few chapters are dedicated to him.|
