Remember to Forget, Revised and Expanded by Ashley Royer Page A

my gosh, I miss you so much, sweetie!” My mum babbles on and
on about how much she misses me. It makes me miss her even more. I didn’t realize
how homesick I really was.
    â€œLevi, can you hear us?” Caleb asks. I nod.
    â€œHe nodded!” my mum says excitedly.
    â€œWait . . . Got it!” Caleb says. Shortly after, they pop up on my screen, smiling
widely. They both cheer excitedly. I clap my hands to show that I’m excited too.
    â€œHi, honey!” my mum says happily. I wave, and she smiles even more. A few tears slip
from her eyes. She wipes the tears away quickly, and she’s still smiling.
    I blink a few times to stop myself from crying too. I type into the message part.
    mum if u cry i’ll cry:-(
    â€œSorry, Levi, sorry!” she says, frantically waving her hands.
    We talk for a while, with her asking questions, like how my dad is and how I’m feeling.
It’s nice to talk to them again. They’re the only ones who really know how I feel.
    Caleb tells me all about what’s happening back home. I guess people keep asking about
me, which is weird. They didn’t seem to care when I was there, so why do they care
now?
    â€œI’ve been on the search for a new FIFA partner, but no one wants to play with me,”
Caleb says, pouting. Typical Caleb.
    ur such a loser!
    Caleb laughs. “I am not! FIFA is fun!” he says, defending himself.
    Now I wish I was playing that stupid football video game with Caleb. When I left,
I couldn’t wait to leave. I wanted to be away from everyone. But now that I’ve been
away, I want to go back home. I’d rather be there than here, that’s for sure. I have
no one here. I thought I was lonely back home, but I really wasn’t. I had a caring
mother and a great friend, and I treated them terribly.
    I realize now how much I had. I just wish I could redo some things.
    â€œCan we have a tour of your room?” Caleb asks.
    it’s kinda boring but yah sureee
    I get up from my bed, carefully balancing my laptop while I walk around my room.
They make comments about how I need more decorations and things in my room. I don’t
really care, though. What’s the point of decorating?
    â€œYou need to clean!” my mum says, laughing. I look around at all the clothes on my
floor, slightly embarrassed. I didn’t think they’d want a tour of my room, so I
didn’t see the reason for cleaning.
    I start to head back to my bed when my mum says something.
    â€œWait, Levi, go back a little please.”
    I take a few steps back, unsure of what she wants to see.
    There’s a long silence, and I hear her sigh. I know I’ve done something wrong. Things
were going so well too. What have I done now?
    â€œLevi Elliot Harrison,” she says quietly.
    Uh oh. The full name is never a good sign.
    I look at Caleb, who looks as confused as I am. I chew on my bottom lip and head
back to my bed, waiting for my mom to speak up.
    â€œYou stopped taking your pills.”
    There it is. Of course she noticed. Out of all the things to see, she just had to
see that.
    Her voice gets quieter, and I can tell she’s trying not to cry. “Why did you stop?”
    This isn’t really something I want to get into with her. It’s stupid why I stopped.
She won’t understand. This isn’t the first time this has happened, either. I think
she always blames herself when I stop taking them, like somehow she caused it. I
feel bad for making her feel that way, but I can’t help it. I don’t like taking them.
They always cause me more problems.
    I quickly think of an excuse.
    I forgot to take them, I was feeling better so I just forgot. I’m sorry. I promise
to remember.:-)
    I know she doesn’t believe me because she doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.
    â€œHave you taken them today?” she asks. I shake my head no. “Please, take them right
now. So I don’t have to