I was in a bit of a mood when I got home, probably because that Josh kid was such a jerk! But my mother didn't bother me, or make any contact with me all evening. I think she knew something was up but didn't care enough to pretend to be interested or offer support. I sometimes wondered what she was even around for. But I decided I wouldn't confront her on the matter, the less I spoke to her the easier things seemed to be. The less I talked to anyone the easier things seemed to be.
For dinner I ate a can of ravioli and watched the television after, my mom didn't come downstairs and when I asked if she would like me to make her anything, she said she ate before I got home. She lied to me a lot like that.
I went to my room, but that night I couldn't sleep no matter how tired I was or how hard I tried, my thoughts kept me up. Olivia, Josh & Mother.
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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)
