No more school until Monday, and no more Ms. Pinky for at least a couple of days. I still wanted to talk to my mother about how upside down my life seemed, but when I went in to talk to her, she was heavily involved in a case. “Come on in, baby,” she said as she motioned of me to come sit. Shaking my head, I said, “No, I see you’re working.” She put down her pen. “I’ve always got time for you.” “You’re so sweet, Mom, but we’re so selfish. Always needing your time. It’s the weekend; you’re working. Obviously you’re on a deadline, so I can come back another time.” Before I could leave, she got up and stopped me. “Are you excited about your date?” Earlier in the week I asked her if it was okay if I went out with Paris. Since I was going out with Slade, her boyfriend, Charlotte, and her date, my mom was okay with it. I hadn’t seen my dad around for much of the week, but because my mom had signed off on it, all was good. “Are you nervous about it? Shelby said she took you shopping after school the other day so you got a cute dress.
