Chapter 98

Before my mother's death, we weren't all that close, anyway. We butted heads, of course. Mainly because we were both so much alike. But he still cared for me. Like I did for him. He would nurture me and comfort me in my time of need when I was crying over the littlest of problems in the world. Like why wasn't Spongebob real. He still loved me. And I still loved him, nonethless. That's obviously not the case now.  I'm pretty sure our compassion for one another died along with mom.  Like always, I push away the thoughts that trouble me the most and I continue my way to school. When I arrive, it's no surprise that everyone suddenly looks over at me. I can only guess it's because of the play and how Adam creepily named his love interest after me. And how it described our past. It's humiliating. Especially when girls swarm around me and coo about how sweet Adam is. And how I should take him back.  It get's worse when the guys