The next morning I wake up to a knock on my bedroom door. I turn over just in time to see Alexander open the door and walk in. Sighing, I turn back over in my bed so I do not have to see his face.
'I cannot face him quite yet.'
"Are you going to go to school today," he ask.
"No, I am not going to go back there either."
"You have to go back to school, your parents will be upset if you do not go."
"No they will not be upset because I have already talked to them about it," I say, easily lying.
"Well, I think you should go to school."
Angered by his words, I jump out of bed and face him.
"I do not care what you think. You do not get to decide anything for me," I yell at him.
I turn around and walk out onto the balcony to put some space between us.
'Why does he think he can tell me what to do?'
