I gulped as I sat in my mom's car, pressing my folder against my chest as I looked out.
School. The place I was really dreading. The place where I didn't want to be right now. I just wanted to be laying in my bed, listening to music and eating chipotle. Yeah, that's what I did the whole weekend. After Kade left in the evening, I kinda turned off my phone so I wouldn't be able to read any messages that people sent me.
Yes, somehow millions of unknown numbers found their way to me.
Call me a coward for being scared of reading text messages but I didn't want to be emotionally depressed again.
"Mommy, I think I'm sick," I lied and looked from the school or my mom who was watching my every move like a hawk the whole time.
"Honey, you are not sick," she said and tilted her head slightly.
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