"You coming to school?" Eric asked as he entered my room, marching in and biting his bottom lip nervously when he realized I was still wrapped in my blanket. It was the fourth day he came into my room and asked me this question, and as per usual, I shuffled for a much more comfortable position in my bed, and did not respond to him. He approached me, like he did four days in a row, and sighed helplessly, "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
I turned away from him and closed my eyes, wishing he would leave me be. Eric had been coming into my room with food and beverages, and I had eaten all of them, and did thank him for his care, but all I had done these past four days were pack my suitcases. My mother was too busy sucking up to Mr. Hawk that she had not even realized I hadn't exited m
