For one horrible moment, I thought about my dad, the jerk who ditched us so long ago I couldn’t really remember his face without using a picture. If he were here, I started, but I knew that there was no truth in it. There wasn’t anybody left in this apartment but the two of us, and only one of us was really talking. As much as I had avoided my mother, now part of me wished that she’d learn to barge in and make me talk.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cassandra was waiting for me in the breezeway at lunch. It was still warm enough to eat outside if you sat in the sun. But it was just cool enough that plenty of tables were left empty.
“Lemme copy your English notes.” She grabbed at my backpack.
“Take your own notes. One of these days she’s going to see a key phrase and know you’ve been cheating.”
“Copying
