Turn Around


I turned around, slipped back into my room before he could say anything. I thought they were gone. They'd had a loud, obvious conversation in the hallway a few days ago. About how Gabe missed a week of school because of me, and I wasn't even paying any attention to them. They couldn't stay much longer. They were leaving Friday.

Apparently by Friday they meant, "But not until ten at night."

There was a knock at my door.

I couldn't turn around.


R&R please!