You walk in home and try to avoid your mother, Abigail, but that is impossible because she is stood right next to the front door. You are a little bit suprised at her appearance. Her brows are furrowed, her arms are crossed over her chest. She does not look happy. You do not risk it and walk into your room without saying hi or nothing. Maybe that is risking it.

As you shut the door to your room, you hear your mum's footsteps coming closer. You try to ignore them but you hear her voice as you shut your door and make your way to your bed.

"How was school?" She asks you through the gap in the door, her hand turning the handle.

The only thing is, you didn't go to school today.