8
I LEARNED THAT Bryce would be dropping off his brother Bobby around seven o’clock, so I made sure to be up and dressed. I threw on a pair of jeans, a new coral tank top, and some lip gloss.
My mom looked at me curiously when I walked out of my bedroom. “Wow, you’re up early. It’s only seven o’clock, you know, in the morning.”
I shrugged. “I know.”
There was a soft knock on the door and I rushed down the stairs to answer it. Bryce stood outside, holding the hand of a little boy with similar features. Both of them had damp hair, blue jeans, and matching white polo shirts. Bobby was grinning from ear to ear. He held his hand out to me.
“Hi, I’m Bobby!” he said. “I brought my backpack!”
“Hi,” I answered, shaking his hand.
My mom kneeled next to Bobby. ”Hi, Bobby! My name is Kris. Are
