Introvert Life

You crawl out of bed and run to your closet, shoving yourself in a wardrobe. It's tight, cold and dark, but, hey, it's better than going to school.
Your mother calls you yet again. "Rose?"
You stay silent, and hear footsteps on the stairs. You hear the door creak open and suddenly, Mom's face is staring at you.
"Come on, honey," she tells you.
What do you say?