“Care to tell me anything about school?” My mother asks me as she folds her laundry. I sit on the couch across from her and shake my head, “Lukas, we haven’t had a good conversation in the last two weeks. Is everything ok? Are you having your night terrors again?”
“No, I’m not having any night terrors mom,” I snap and once I do I immediately feel bad, “Sorry, I’m just a little stressed lately.”
She nods knowingly and sets down an unfolded shirt, “Is it about Bo? Or Gianna or whatever her name is?”
“What would make you think that?”
My mom rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, “You think I don’t notice things, but I do. You started acting differently the day you found out she got arrested Lukas,” She sighs walking around the ironing board and sitting on the couch next to me, “You’ve been
