Chapter Twenty Five

In two days, we

move.  I’m excited,

I think.  I haven’t been

on pills

for weeks,

and I feel

better about

things.

 

The bad feeling

in the pit of my

stomach

is pretty much

gone.

 

I think Karl will

do well on

his meds.

 

Mom isn’t working

like a

maniac

anymore,

and actually

spends time

with

me.

 

I think I

can actually make

new friends.

 

And I’m

starting to

talk

again.

 

 

Talking is only

worth it

if someone

is listening.

 

I think

someone

finally

is.