Mom came into my room not long after, letting me know that everything with the school was sorted. I’d be starting tomorrow. The thought sent a strange mix of excitement and nerves through me.
That night, I lay in bed, staring at my phone, debating whether or not to text Vito. My fingers hovered over the screen as I tried to figure out what to say. Bianca and I never really texted. We always hung out in person, so this felt foreign.
"Me 9:58 p.m."
"I'm all set for school tomorrow. What time does it start?"
"Vito 9:59 p.m."
"Cool! It starts at 7 a.m. Be at my house by 6:46."
I wanted to respond, but sleep crept in, making my eyes heavy. I drifted off with my phone still on my chest, half-covered by the blanket.
Morning came quicker than I expected. Mom popped her head into my room, ro
