AmyKind doctors.
A baby alien.
Landon’s strength.
I sit cross-legged on my bed, holding my phone out in front of me. The screen displays my mom’s bright face.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to head up to get you? You really can’t come home?” she asks me.
“No, I’m sorry. I really wish I could. I have a big Psych test that I need to study for. I don’t want to get behind,” I tell her.
“I understand. We just miss you. You look tired. Everything okay?” Concern flickers in her eyes.
I smile wide. “Totally fine, Mom. I’m good. Just a lot of homework and stuff, you know?”
I hate myself for skipping out on going home this weekend. I hate that I’m lying to my mother. Most of all, I hate that I’m such a coward.
“All right, baby. We’ll see you soon. You take care of yourself, and don’t work
