Grayson

I arrived at my home shortly after I left, sighing when I saw the cars in the parking lot. Everyone was home. Great. I was hoping I could slip in, pack everything, and leave without anyone noticing.

I got out of my car and walked in my house. "Grayson, there you are!" Mom said. "We were so worried!"

"Uh huh," I muttered, heading up the stairs to my bedroom. I reached under my bed, pulling out a large duffel bag and began shoving my clothes in there.

Mom must have followed me up the stairs. "Grayson? What on earth are you doing?"

"Leaving," I said, not even looking at...