I'm getting ready for work when my aunt enters my room. She takes a seat on my bed as I fix my hair in the mirror. I flash her a quick smile in the reflection and she returns it. "Hey," she greets.
"Hey."
"I talked to your mom yesterday," she starts to explain her reasoning for being here. "She told me about how you want to stay in Harrington for your senior year."
"What did you say?" I ask her curiously. I hope she lets me stay. I've been on my best behavior here.
"I don't think it's a problem at all. You're a wonderful girl and I love you," my aunt trails slowly and I sense something else.
"But?" I prompt her with a raised brow.
She looks hesitant to speak but when she finally manages to utter the words, they aren't as bad as I had anticipated. "You have to make sure you're staying
