Mom walks in

Suddenly, your door opens and your mom walks in. She stops abruptly at seeing you lying in bed. She was probably coming in to grab your dirty clothes.

"What are you doing here? I watched you leave an hour ago. School's started already!" she says emphatically, pointing a finger at you. She doesn't see Amina lounging next to you.

"I wish my mom hadn't seen me leave for school and that she'll believe me when I tell her that I'm sick," you say. Your mom gets a vacant look in her eye; they look unfocused for a couple seconds.

"What are you doing here? School started a half hour ago!" she shouts as she points a finger at you.

"I'm sick, Mom. Don't you remember me telling you this morning?" you ask. She gets that vague look again for a second.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, Sweetie. I forgot," she says, dropping her hand to her side and turning all maternal. "Why don't you just get some sleep. I'll check on you around lunchtime."

You breathe a sigh of relief. This wishing thing is going to be so cool! "Okay, Mom. I'll take it easy."

She picks up a few dirty clothes and then leaves the room.

Amina says, "So are we going to stay here and have some more fun, or do you want to go out and have some fun?" She plays absent-mindedly with your nipples.