In the end, everything went back to normal. Each day at lunchtime, Eric, Emerson, and I all sat together at the rooftop as if nothing happened. It was just a passing nightmare that thankfully was over. My mother’s increasing absence and apathy only made it easier to spend more time with my boyfriend at his home ‘tutoring’. I wonder if other mothers would be this easy to drop their daughters into an older man’s care.
Though, despite all distractions, I was still ahead in all my classes – well, except gym, but who counts that as a class anyways? And though I love spending two hours just staring at Eric talking to a drowsy classroom, even that got boring. So, last night I took some dirty pictures of myself with an evil plan to entertain myself today. I picked up my phone in the middle of cla
