Forty-EightThe first couple of weeks of school went well enough, I had spent my first day back tirelessly working on a lesson plan and preparing my classroom. When I wasn't staying after school, working on the following day's lesson, I helped my mother with her wedding plans or visited with friends. Keeping busy was my newest habit, anything that kept me from going home until I had to – anything that passed the time. On weekends, I devoted my time to housework, and the moment it was completed, I left in search of other things to occupy my day.
I had become better at acting, lying – being poker faced. I kept my emotions in check when I spent time with my friends and family. I even managed to fool my mother, though she was busy with her wedding plans. I was doing a good job keeping up the f
