Chapter 10: If I Were the Girl and You Were the Guy ... and Vice Versa
Adriana
Sometime during the day, I wake up and feel less cold than I did before I cried myself to sleep. I focus on the body lying next to mine. Jojo. She must’ve come in and found me lying here, and wrapped her arms around me.
Without disturbing her, I take a moment to study her delicate features: small forehead, tiny nose, thin wrists that remind me of a little baby, a dainty ballerina with a sting in her wit that’ll leave you feeling as though you stepped into a yellow jacket’s nest. Jojo is the poster girl for complicated, deep, and super talented. She can out dance any of the girls at Aterballetto. We met only three years ago, but we soon became fast friends what with both of us having families that are so dysfu
