Rhys Pov
Three weeks. I was starting to count the days every morning. It was funny, when I was back at home, I was horrible with days. I never knew what day it was, and when it came time for school before I graduated those little agenda books we were supposed to carry around, I never had it right. When it was April I had it set to January, and when it was June it was still on freaking February. I really sucked at telling what day it was, and my dad would just laugh at me and say it was because I was a genius. After all, he’d say, Albert Einstein never learned how to tie his shoes, right? Why worry about little things when your brain is filled with everything else? I wonder what dad would say if he could see me now. Fell asleep each night, and counted each day with apprehensive dread. Anot
