The first week without Diego passes by slowly. It drags as I sit in my room, hoping that he'll come and knock on my door to distract me from my homework for an hour or two. On a brighter note, I took the time alone to catch up with my homework and even made time to hang out with Diana on Thursday. It also became common for me to skip my study hall to hang out with Sage, Webster, Quincy, and Diego. Whenever we do that, Sage drives me home so I won't have to rush back in time to catch a ride with my brothers.
I'm sitting in a pile of books I bought myself with my paycheck, trying to decide which one I should read first, when a notification sounds from my phone. I shuffle the books around in search of the device. I find it and look at the message. There is a party tonight. Do you want to go?
