Sunday was just as uneventful as Saturday, weekends are all the same, and my mom slept all day. I got yelled at for forgetting to change Blue's litter. I always seem to forget little things, but my mom makes it like I set the cat on fire. I can't do anything right it seems, and when I do, it never lasts.
When I got to school Monday I was walking up the steps when Olivia started walking beside me, she asked me about my weekend and I lied and told her I was camping with my mother and father. She told me she had a dance recital on Wednesday and gave me a ticket to come. I was surprised and excited, was she trying to be my friend? I could hardly believe it already before she gave me a peck on the cheek and then ran off to her first period class. I stood in the hallway dazed for a long moment before hurrying to class. I already knew this would hardly last. My mom wouldn't let me go I could feel it.
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Small hands
Teen FictionFrom the eyes of a boy named Ben with his head in the clouds the first year of high school isn't what he expected. (GRAPHIC NOVEL UNDRAWN)
