My eyes drift towards the movement outside my door and I quickly turn the book invisible.
“What are you doing?” Mom asked, a frown displayed on her face as she watches me with her hands on her hips. I hope she didn’t see the book
“Just thinking.” I lie.
“Thinking about what.” She asks, taking small steps towards me and I’m thankful that she didn’t mention the book.
“Just about things.” I don't know what to say. I quickly think of something to say, knowing that she won’t just leave it, but my mind comes out blank.
“What things?” She sits next to me, making me feel uncomfortable with the invisible book in my lap. What if my mind runs off and I forget to keep it invisible. No. I won’t. I look at mom and smile.
“Just about the future, I guess.” I lift my shoulders, trying to make her
