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in a bad mood. After class, I try talking to him.
                  I turn around in my seat. “Hey, Seth. How ya feelin’?”
                  “I’m good.” He doesn’t look up from the worksheet the teacher passed out at the beginning of class. He didn’t even write his name on it.
                  “I don’t think those problems will solve themselves. Are you sure you’re okay?”
                  “I said I’m good, Jasmine. Drop it,” he snaps and stands with his bag in his hand. He looks like he’s in pain as he walks away from me, or maybe that’s what I wanted to see.
                  But I just watch him go, I don’t press further, or try to stop him.
                  “I don’t want to take sides,” Skeeter says. My eyes snap to hers. Take sides? “He just wanted to get to know you.”
                  “Skeeter, he still can,” I say to her.
                  “You don’t let him,” she shrugs.
                  “Come on, Skeeter. It’s hopeless,” Seth calls over as she was about to say something else. She offers me a sad smile before walking over to Seth.
    Stupidly, I stare after the both of them, wondering what just happened and why I want to cry.
                  I walk to study hall, alone, and think about what just happened. I’m not ready to open up. But still, it’s actually painful to think about not being able to talk to Seth, or Skeeter, for that matter.
    This is crazy - how is it possible to be attached to someone after a week?!
                  In study hall, I ignore the empty seat next to Seth and take a seat on the opposite side of the room in the back. I pull out my iPod, pop in my ear buds, and try to focus on my English assignment. The tune that starts means I must’ve accidentally hit the “shuffle all” button when I pulled it out of my bag. It’s an old song, Copperhead Road by Steve Earle.
    Dad’s favorite song.
    Dad and Henry used to shout the lyrics whenever it would come on.
                  I feel a hand on my cheek, accompanied by a tingling sensation. My eyes pop open and I look up into the warmest green eyes I’ve ever seen.
    Seth.
    I wipe the tears from my cheek, turn off my iPod and drop it in my bag.
                  “I’m sorry Jaz. I’m just having a bad day,” he whispers.
                  “You’re not the only one who has bad days,” I snap, grab my bag and stand.
                  “Where are you going?”
                  “Trying not to make your day any worse,” I say, with pain and sadness thick in my throat.
    I tell the teacher that my brother and I need to leave early. Happily, she writes me a pass without questions. It wouldn’t surprise me if Leland informed the school that we were visiting my mother and might leave early.
                  I grab Henry from his class, and in the empty hallway, I hear those strange footsteps and feel eyes on my back. I stiffen and begin to walk a little faster.
                  “You okay Jaz?” he frowns.
    “Yea, I’m f-fine.” I’m so not fine. “Do you hear footsteps?”
                  His frown deepens. “No. Why?”
    “Don’t worry about it,” I sigh. I guess I’m being paranoid. “It’s nothing.”
     
    ***
     
    We get to Lupiterra Hospital and go to the mental health wing, where Mom’s room is.
    Three months ago, I never would’ve believed I’d be coming here once a week for as long as it takes, to visit my mom . Mom admitted herself, with encouragement from Leland. This is our third visit, and I hope we see the changes that Leland says he sees in her.
    The nurse smiles to us before we enter her room. I hope that means we’ll find her somewhat happy to see us.
    Henry opens the door, and we see her sitting in the chair with a steady stream of tears running down