When I arrived, I entered through the food court, where Jonah said he and his sisters would be waiting. I took out my phone and shot him a quick text as I leaned against the wall.
I suddenly saw a teenage boy and a girl stand up and start waving their hands crazily. I looked around to see if anyone noticed; they hadn’t. It took me a minute to realize that it was Jonah and his sister.
“Hi,” I smiled politely when I reached the table. Jonah furrowed his eyebrows.
“What? No insult?” he asked.
“The ‘hi’ was for your sisters, you stupid saltine,” I snapped before smiling at the twins who were watching us. One of them had a fry in her mouth and the other was clacking away on her pink blackberry.
“I’m Sierra,” Sierra introduced, extending her hand. She was the one with the fry dangling from
