Cookie sat at his computer, trying to ignore his mother who had walked into his room and was currently trying to talk to him about his past behavior.
"I don't know why you don't want to go to school today." She shakes her head as she sits on his bed.
"You're father is going to be upset about this and you know it."
"I don't care what he says." Cookie mutters, earning a warning look from his Mom.
"Watch your tone."
He rolls his eyes and gets back to checking his face book account. He didn't feel like talking at all, or even thinking as a matter of fact; every time he opened his mouth his throat dried from guilt and his hands began to shake.
His mom looks down at her hands, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't put it into words.
"Look, we understand that you're 18 and nee
