the wrong guy.

III

my mom was at the bus stop. she skipped work for me today. just for me.
mom: hey, how was school
maya: i don't feel like talking about it
mom: maya tell me what happened
maya: it was not the best. i don't want to talk about it
my mom kept bugging me to tell her every detail. i told her some not all. i didnt tell her about the guys. about daniel. i don't think it was time for her to know. she thought i didnt know about how much she was hurting.
mom: u want dinner?
maya: no i ate at school im going to do a few worksheets they gave me. i'll come down when i finish.
i lied. i didnt eat at school, i already felt full. i didn't wanna go back. not tomorrow. not ever.  of course i passed a hallway and saw a memorial for him. he was one of the best students, but i was different and i wish i was following his footsteps. after i was done, i went back down and my mom wasn't there anymore. she was probably with her boyfriend or out with her friends. she would've told me though. i didn't mind because she needs it. i ate a few strawberries that were left from a few days ago and just fell asleep until the next morning. i had realized my mom didn't come home. i was getting anxious but it was only the second day and i refused to skip a day of school. i went walking to school, even if i refused to skip the whole day i skipped a period or two. since i came late i was assigned a seat with someone i didn't know. she is the definition of perfect, she  flawless.
tbc