Getting Better. Finding Worse.

"Ever Blake?" She continues to call roll call as I answer "Here." Today is the last day of school. In a couple of days I go to Deerton Michigan with my grandparents to visit my aunt for three weeks. I don't remember the last time I was here very well, but I miss them. I miss my mom already, and I get to see her in a couple hours. Class is dismissed and everyone practically jumps out the doors.