"This is going to be just wonderful..."
Maya was laying in bed staring at her ceiling. She sighed and glanced over at her clock sitting on the dark wooden nightstand. Midnight.
"Ugh, I'm going to be so tired tomorrow. And I've got to finish unpacking." Maya and her mother had just moved into the tiny apartment on Saturday afternoon. She had already spent that evening and all of Sunday unpacking box after box of her and her mother's belongings, but they still had plenty more.
Maya became quiet as she listened to hear if her mother was awake. She could hear faint sobbing from the room over. Her mom must be up crying again. Ever since Maya's father had left them, her mother had been up crying late in the night. Maya wished she could do something, but she knew that if her mother found out Maya's knowledge of her late night crying, that she would be completely embarassed and possibly angry. So Maya kept it to herself.
"I'm not looking forward to a new school... new teachers... new students..." Maya mumbled, interrupting her thought with a yawn, "... but I guess I'll just have to learn to like it." Maya rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes. Before she knew it, she was out cold, the sounds of her soothing snores mixing with the faint sobbing and the sounds of the crickets in the night.