The class had gone swiftly and I was grateful. With a lot on my mind, I'd done less of paying attention while Mrs. Martinez taught. I'd also done less of smiling and just talking in general, instead, I'd done more of zoning out, closing my eyes and opening them. I'd rubbed my eyes occasionally, either from feeling sleepy or just trying to prevent tears from falling.
Tanner had thrown a million glances at me during class and I feared meeting his gaze.
The thought of mom crying about wanting to come home broke me. It only showed me how bad the woman wanted to come home How, though, could I explain why she couldn't come home to her?
It wasn't that I didn't want her home, I mean, it was a little tough living without her, but how would I handle it? How would I work? My mind would never be a
