The Boy Is Poison

" Erika come downstairs now" my mom yelled at me from downstairs.
I really didn't want to it was my last year of my four high school years, and I just have to say that I'm getting old.
So I rush downstairs and grab my breakfast. "Nice! its a slice of bread with Nutella and strawberries. My favorite, when I look up I notice it's him. Why now on the last day of my last year did he decide to come back? ugh.