Everything about it was false. Right then, in that office, with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world were shaken.

And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.

Whenever I'm out late she makes a sandwich for my school lunch. I always protest and tell her not to, saying I'll make my own when I get home. But she likes it. She says it reminds her of when I was younger and needed her.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.