15

Waking up the next day, I rolled over and groaned after seeing that it was almost twelve pm. Good thing it was Sunday, or the school will be calling mom to find out what happened to me.

I noticed something by my door. It had a black cloth thrown over it and I wondered what it was, but my stomach was grumbling, and I would rather have breakfast than figure out what the heck this is.

When I got downstairs, Aaron was already there, having cereal. He looked up at me and his face was blank.

‘’Good morning,’’ I greeted.

‘’Hey,’’ he said so slightly I almost didn’t hear it.

‘’Are you ok?’’ I asked.

‘’I guess you didn’t hear it.’’

‘’Hear what?’’ I am confused.

‘’Johnathan and I had an argument this morning.’’

‘’What?’’ How could I sleep through that?

I took a seat around the counter and poured myself some cereal and milk.

‘’Are you ok?’’ I asked, trying to take a hold of his hand but he pulled away.

‘’I’ll be fine, but the sooner I get away from this man, the better. I can’t wait to turn eigh