"How's college going for you sweetie?" Your mother asked, taking another bite of spaghetti. You pushed your dinner away from you and looked off to the side.
"Pretty good. I feel like these classes at IUS are way smaller compared to the ones at UCLA, so that's a welcome change." You said, picking at one of your fingernails.
Your mom stopped eating for a moment before continuing.
"Honey, are you okay? Ever since you moved back, you've been acting strange. Is it because of your friend that's missing?"
Your mind tried to avoid the topic of Alvin, which turned into an angry scowl at your mother. You were upset at yourself for constantly reacting like this towards her, but there was hardly any way to control it once it started.
