The future is bright. At least that’s what Mom is always saying. But it doesn’t seem bright right now.
We’re at a used-book sale in an old church basement. For five bucks you can fill a bag with books. So there’s one bag for Mom and one for me. And the place is a mess. There are mysteries in the romance section, horror novels in the kid’s section. Most of the books are pretty beat-up.
It’s total chaos. Just like my life has been since I turned 13. Just like my day has been since this morning. I still can’t get over everyone laughing at me after I fell asleep in English class.
When I look around, I see Mom’s dark, curly hair in a sea of gray. She’s busy filling her bag with novels. She reads them to “unwind” and “escape.” I watch her pick up a book and start reading. People try to squeeze past. They bump into her, but she doesn’t notice.
I turn and go deeper into the basement.