Dionne
“So, what's it like living with the Graysons?” Zara asked suddenly, leaning closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I froze, caught off guard by the unexpected question. How did we even get here? I thought, feeling the weight of the question linger in the air. A rush of memories from earlier today came flooding back, beginning with our cheerleading practice at school. We were in the middle of a routine, with Zara standing close behind me, adjusting my arm positions and giving me pointers.
“No, like this,” she said, her voice close to my ear, moving my arm into the correct stance as Mrs. Tanner, our coach, walked up, watching for a moment before intervening.
“Zara, don’t push her too much,” she said, crossing her arms. “Dionne’s only been here a week.” Yeah, it’s been over a
