

The things we never had.


Chapter 1 I dreaded the beginning of this school year. I didn't want to go, but my mom said I had no choice. Before walking downstairs, I put on the biggest hoodie I could find and a pair of jeans. "Good morning," my mother says while making breakfast. "Definitely a morning," I say under my breath, sitting at the counter and sighing. Mom glares at me like I just insulted her ancestor! "Is it that bad?"