"Jake?" Noah questioned as we were getting dressed.
"Huh?" I asked, swiveling to face him.
"You've got your shirt on backwards..." He told me.
I looked down and noticed that he was right. I sighed and pulled my arms in the shirt to twist the shirt around.
"Are you okay? You look like you didn't sleep at all." Noah leaned in to get a look at my face.
I shrugged. "It didn't feel like I slept at all."
"Maybe you're just homesick." Noah suggested.
That made me recall last night. That kid was homesick too, but he cried. So maybe I was, but didn't feel like crying? How weird. I also wonder how he's doing now. I mindlessly followed Noah as we left our room and then the dorm, heading for the cafeteria just one building over.
