“Jenna practically is family,” Emily argued.
“I said no,” her mother replied, and no amount of begging or crying on Emily’s part would change her mind.
When they went from the middle school to the high school, their friendship stayed intact. They shared the same locker, took the same electives, made sure their schedules synced as much as possible. Teachers and students alike grew used to seeing them together; if Jenna was ever out sick, Emily would inevitably have to field the question of where she was a hundred times throughout the day. Getting their driver’s licenses meant they didn’t have to take the bus anymore; Emily’s father gave her his old car, and she left early every morning to pick Jenna up for school. They even got jobs at the same ice cream stand in the mall, and refused any
