I spent a lot of time absently watching some soap opera on TV while waiting for my mum to come back from wherever she went to. She's been going out a lot these days and I would worry about her comic updates if I didn't know that she had at least 15 chapters on queue for publishing.
It was some lady named Joanne. I'd heard enough phone conversation one day to decipher that this wasn't a mere friendship. Even though I'd decided to pretend I knew nothing about it, my mum would tell me whatever when she's ready.
However, I was personally going to get answers from her regarding whatever the f**k just happened with Nate in school today. If I found out she knew all along about him.
I would've even asked over the phone if only she picked up one of the numerous calls from me.
I was just getting
