Law Maker

April 3rd

I’ve never lied as much as I have this past month. I faked being sick, pretended I was drowning in PSAT prep—anything to skip therapy. Worth it. Out of the last five sessions, I only sat through one.

The test is in two weeks, but today’s challenge feels just as daunting: convincing Sharon to take me to Emerport to watch Asher race.

Persuading her might be harder than inventing fake symptoms and pulling them off for three weeks straight just to dodge my therapist’s office. So wish me luck.