4
When I picked up Allie from her dance class, she was unusually quiet.
“Is everything okay?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she replied, laying her blond head back against the seat. Normally she was a chatterbox, so I knew something was bothering her.
I turned down my radio. “Spill it... what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
Allie and I didn‘t always get along, but she was still my little sister and I didn’t like seeing her glum. “Okay. But if you need my advice on anything...”
She let out a dramatic sigh. “Well, if you really want to know...” Then she rambled on about some boy she had a crush on at school. Apparently he teased her in front of everyone, completely humiliating her. “He actually said I was high maintenance!”
It took all my will to hold back my smile. Obviously he knew Allie prett
