Chapter 135: Home run

If I was at home, I'd be able to fling myself out the front door and into Luke's arms. His strong, neighborly arms. No matter where I live in future, I will always think of Luke as my neighbor. The future seemed so scary to me now. Luke will be leaving this summer for college and I didn't know where I would be. If my mother doesn't come home, what will happen to me? I didn't like thinking about it because my eyes started to sting. I called my mom and sister again, like I always do, and expected no reply. I received no reply. "Why are you in such a hurry? You're not going anywhere without fuel to start your day," Cearra's mom told me. She placed a plate of waffles on the table, "What would your mother say if I let you leave hungry?" I don't know. That's the problem. I watched Cearra's mom cut the waffles into smaller chunks for her youngest son. He was busy with a coloring book, though his crayons preferred to color the table instead. Sitting next to me, Cearra