“Your room is a mess,” Jeanette scowled and crinkled her nose, stepping over my shoes. I looked up at her from my phone, the same look she had on my face.

“Then why are you in here?” I asked, dropping my phone on my bed.

It was midmorning, and I had just finished with breakfast. I decided not to leave my room, and feigned temporary sickness. Zach brought up a plate of eggo waffles, before going back to the mess downstairs.

“You’re coming with us, we all know you’re not sick,” She snipped, standing in the middle of my room.

Sighing, I thought back to what the had decided we...