I wake up at three in the morning. The regret of having slept through the afternoon haunts me as I rub my eyes. I know I won't be able to sleep now, but at least I can memorize some concepts in order to look smarter later at Eric’s house.
Though haven't asked my parents, I'm sure they'll take me there with no excuse. Mom has wondered the reason why I never hang out with friends since we moved here, but she gave up on that topic because I never answered. I always seemed to ignore those questions, but I was just pretending not to listen.
I’ve decided to take the book Mr. Stranger left for me from the library again and it’s, actually, a decent life saver. I wonder why teachers always suggest books that are way harder to understand than the topics themselves. Unlike the others, this on
