Michael stood up to help clean the table after breakfast but Mrs. Peniel rushed to take the plates from him.

'Instead of helping me with the tables, go finish that math assignment you were given" she furrowed her eyebrows.

A sigh escaped Michael's lips as he headed to his room. His phone laid on his bed. He looked up at it for missed calls but there were none.

They were usually none since he came to the US. Tom barely called. His other friends made excuses. He ...