Chapter Forty Nine:there is nothing to freak out about
I push the door open as he drags the suitcase in. He is doing a pretty good job of pretending it is heavier than a ton of bricks and I am letting him get away with it.
He looks around as we walk in before he puts the suitcase down beside my bed.
"is here good?" the question is regarding the positioning of my luggage and honestly, as long as it is in my room and my mom has absolutely no chance of discovering it lying around somewhere downstairs so she can reprimand me, I don't care. Most of the clothes in there are just going to stay here while I find the decent clothes I used to wear before I devoted myself to my studies 100 percent. Okay, maybe 90 percent is more accurate.
"Sure, just leave it there." I respond before strutting
