Chapter 13The first Saturday of Christmas break. Time to kick back. Forget any and all the bad things. I put Mimi’s death into a little box, deep in my heart. Made it hurt less. Life here was gonna be okay. I could put on an act at school—be who I wasn’t, even though I didn’t really know who I was.
I ignored my phone when I woke up. I knew there’d be tons of Craig texts. I stretched and yawned and stretched again, and then I pulled the covers up around my neck, turned over, and decided to sleep some more. School was out. Saturday was free and easy. My workout could wait.
A violent pounding.
“Wake up, ya slacker. Things to do ‘fore this afternoon.”
This afternoon? What’s he up to now?
“Ya hear me, bud? Get your butt outta bed, recruit.” He was insistent but not mad sounding. He did kno
