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Ch 7: THE PAST

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EASTON

November 2009—Crestview City (A continuation of the last chapter)

"Come on, get over here. You're running late," Mom said rather impatiently.

She seemed to be running late for work herself; it wasn't like I asked her to take me to school or something.

"Of course I am," I grumbled, tightening my grip on my backpack strap as I walked towards her car, holding my breath as she held the door wide open for me and shut it after I had settled in.

Dropping my backpack on my thighs, patting the plastic box inside nervously as I looked out the window. I had been hoping I could use the cake as an excuse to talk to Ilya on the way to school. Why did Mom have to be a bitch right now? Ilya and I had never taken separate cars to school since he got here. So why now?

What exactly is wrong with Mom?

"Are you okay? You seem like you're not happy with me, honey. You didn't even come down for breakfast, are you still sick?" Mom asked immediately she slid behind the wheel, pulling out of the
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