HARPER
“Honey, are you awake?” mom’s knocks interrupted my morning study session.
“Yeah, come on in,” I answered while stretching and yawning.
She walked in and frowned at the heap of books at my desk.
“Don’t tell me you haven't taken a break from that since you woke up?” she was already shutting the open books and sighing, “it’s the weekend and you're already the top student, Harper, I keep telling you that you need to act like a teenager while you're still one.”
While I did in fact read more than was humanly necessary, I actually didn't agree that I needed to have fun every now and then to be considered a regular teenager. Books were less problematic and they were instrumental in bagging the life I dreamt of.
“Mom, I’ve mapped out my Saturday for studying and I have no intentions o
