Skater Boy
“I so don’t want The Evil Ones to see me crying. They’ll ask why and then I’ll have to make up some stupid excuse.
“Dawn? Is that you?” asks my mother, lounging on her couch in our icy parlor. If she were Sean’s mom, she’d probably get up from her seat to greet me. Wrap me in a warm hug and ask how my day was. But no; to my mother, I’m not even worthy of the calories it would take to stand up.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I mumble as I start upstairs. I don’t want to have to face them. Not with my b...lotchy, tear-stained face.
“What are you doing home? I thought you were at the library.”
I stop dead in my tracks. Shoot. I was so upset I forgot I was supposed to have Sean drop me off at the library, not home, to make my lie believable.
“I, um, took a cab home,” I fib. One good thing about having Sean break up with me is I can stop the web of lies. It’s exhausting to keep track of them all.MoreLess
“Dawn? Is that you?” asks my mother, lounging on her couch in our icy parlor. If she were Sean’s mom, she’d probably get up from her seat to greet me. Wrap me in a warm hug and ask how my day was. But no; to my mother, I’m not even worthy of the calories it would take to stand up.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I mumble as I start upstairs. I don’t want to have to face them. Not with my b...lotchy, tear-stained face.
“What are you doing home? I thought you were at the library.”
I stop dead in my tracks. Shoot. I was so upset I forgot I was supposed to have Sean drop me off at the library, not home, to make my lie believable.
“I, um, took a cab home,” I fib. One good thing about having Sean break up with me is I can stop the web of lies. It’s exhausting to keep track of them all.MoreLess
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