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“But youaregoing to see him after school, right?”
I folded my arms on the table, leaned forward, and looked at her with my sleepy eyes. “After school, I’m going home and I’m having a very, very long nap.”
At least that was my plan.
But it seemed Mom had a completely different one for me.
“Pack your bags. We’re leaving,” she said the moment I walked into the house.
“We’re what?” I gaped at her as she moved back and forth in the living room, grabbing books and pictures from the shelves and shoving them in the carton on the couch. “Mom, what’s going on?”
“We can’t stay here anymore. It’s dangerous.”
“What’s dangerous? Did something happen? Did you use magic by accident?”
“No. It’s not m—it’s not about—Just do it.” She dashed upstairs.
I rushed after her.
“Mom, I’m about to graduate. You can’t do this to me.”
She stormed into her bedroom, pulled out a suitcase from her closet, and rolled it toward me. “You can take this one. It’s bigger than yours,” she said it like she didn’t hear me talking.
“Stop!” I shouted. “I’m not doing anything until you explain what the hell is going on!”
“Someone knows about y—about—” She ran both her hands up her forehead. “Just do as I say.” She walked past me and hurried back downstairs.
“I can’t do this anymore,” I yelled after her. I went to my room and slammed the door behind me.
“I can’t believe this,” I muttered in fury.
My phone buzzed. It was Finn. I hesitated. I was too stressed to talk to him right now. I pressed the red button and dropped down on the edge of the bed.
While I was at school, Mom was home. What could’ve happened to freak her out so badly? Did someone come or call? Did she have a fucking bad dream during her day nap?
The phone buzzed again, and I stared at Finn’s name on the screen. The fact that he called back right away made me think it was something urgent. I picked up the phone.
“Spencer? Are you home?”
“Yes.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, but I can’t talk right now.” I didn’t sound okay at all. I was on edge and my tone was giving me away.
“Spencer, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing . . . I don’t know. It’s my mom.” I paused.
“What about her?” He asked, even more alarmed. “Did you tell her? Did she say something to you?”
“No. She . . .”She what? I can’t tell him that my mom is freaking out God knows why, and she wants us to run away. “It’s nothing. Sorry, I gotta go.” I hung up.
Wait a minute. Didn’t I answer the call to find out what was so urgent?
But whatever it was, I was sure it wasn’t as important as another unpredictable turn in my shitty life.
Tears filled my eyes. I got up and opened the closet.
