When I woke up in the morning, two things hit me. One, I wasted my sunny Sunday on being stupid and two, now it was Monday and I had to go to school. I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm to block out the cheerful sun. Surely there was a way to rewind the last day and do it over again?
Somehow, I didn't think Mom would get the concept.
I pulled myself out of bed. One great thing about our new house, I shared a bathroom with Meira and she was too young to appreciate it.
I tried to avoid looking at myself in the mirror, knowing I wouldn't like what I saw staring back at me. Despite the fact I was still a little peeved at my mom, I knew I overreacted. I just didn't know what to do to fix it. If I tried to apologize, she'd get all squishy and cry and want to hug me and tell me she loved
