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“So you will be sleeping at Leila’s place?” My mother asked, her voice rising slightly.
“Yes,” I said, “we just want to hang out before school resumes.”
Please, believe. Please believe. I muttered repeatedly in my mind.
My mother didn’t respond. She just stared at herself in the dressing mirror of her room, fixing her slight makeup.
Mason’s parents were returning today, and my mother had to go out to get some more items for them.
After some time she turned to me. “You can go for the sleepover, but make sure you call.”
“Of course,” I said.
When she was done talking, I scurried out of her room and into mine.
Reaching for my phone, I sent Trent a text.
Me: My mother has accepted, where do we meet?
Two minutes later, Trent had sent the address, along with a text telling
