When I get home, I’m a little relieved that mom and Gracie are out somewhere. I drop my bags by the door and jump into the shower. The water streams over my hair, flattening it against my back. I love when my hair is practically a liquid when I’m like this. I tried to replicate it once with some gel and a bunch of hairspray, but I just looked greasy and gross all day.
Eventually, I force myself out of the shower, but only because I want to do homework before mom gets home. The hot water felt amazing on my sore muscles, and I can tell they’re only going to hurt more tomorrow. I grab a snack and stack my text books on the kitchen table in front of me. Where do I even begin?
I unlock my phone and start skimming through social media. I really need some more interesting friends if I’m going t
