12 Years Old
Tate
Stepping outside the summer sun blasts me in the face. Holding my arm up I shield my face until my eyes can adjust to it's brightness.
"Mom, I'm going out!" I holler into the screen door.
"Oh good, make some friends honey!" I can't help but roll my eyes. She's always pushing me to make friends. Friends are lame. I would go see Chloe, the new girl that moved in at the end of the school year, but her mom sent her to summer camp. What kind of kind of mom does that? Summer camp. Summer is for being home and being lazy. Anyway, I like Chloe and she seems to like me. She's sassy, and funny. She's so funny I even overlook that she's a big girly girl.
"Where are you going?" Journey opens the screen door and pops her head out. Her blonde hair is braided, and she put way too m
