Chapter 57
After Randy bails out on me, I pedal straight home. I can’t wait to get to my room and bury myself in a book. Real life gets way too exciting sometimes. Thank God for stories where people have even bigger problems than me.
Take that guy Holden Caulfield, for instance. He’s so awesome, yet he has more problems than an old dog has fleas.
Or that Harry Potter kid. You’d think having magic powers would be great all the time. But I guess nothing is ever perfect.
So, I pull up in the driveway and lean my bike against the side of the house. I enter the front door and see my mom sitting in the living room. She’s drinking a small glass of something that looks like flat cream soda. The TV is on, with the sound way down. My mom stares at the screen, like it’s not actually there.
“Hi,
