I’m sitting on the couch looking through my assignments for the start of the new semester as Jack makes us pizza.
It’s Christmas Eve so usually I’d be playing games with my family as my mom makes a huge dinner. I feel a slight pang of sadness but it disappears quickly when I remember my last conversation with my mother.
I plan on calling her tomorrow but I already know it’ll probably be another fight. I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t called me yet. I have the smallest amount of hope that since it’ll be Christmas she might let it go but I doubt it.
I have a writing class this semester that I’m super excited about. I open up the email from the professor letting us know what our first assignment will be. It’s a chain email sent to every student in the class.
Dear Students,
I am exci
