Chapter 112: Football

I woke up to a sunny morning and the realization it was Tuesday and I had to go to school.

Screw that. I rolled over on my right side and looked at my book bag. Just the thought of dragging myself to that miserable hole yet again for another day of ritual avoidance by my former friends wasn't the kind of thing I wanted to heap on myself right then. I'd been tough last week, but now, with Mom missing and everything going to hell?

They could keep it.

Someone messed around in the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans being shuffled indicated the perpetrator had no intention of being quiet about it. I reached out to find out who it was and remembered in a flash who slept on my couch the night before.

Quaid. Was he making me breakfast? Really?

Okay, that was something to get out of bed for.

I peeked in on Meira and found her still sleeping. Sassy lay curled up next to her, staring at her like he was scared she would disappear again. He glanced up as I approached.

How is she?

Bad dream