Lila
I came home after school and headed straight into the kitchen. It was time to start dinner, so I pulled out the ground meat to prepare hamburgers.
Mom had left a note on the package of ground beef with the words “burgers and fries” scrawled on it, so I assumed that was dinner’s plan for the night.
I grabbed a bowl to mix in some chopped onion with the meat, just like my parents preferred.
Kayla walked in just as I began putting the meat into the bowl.
“What are you making?” she asked, scrunching up her nose.
“Hamburgers,” I replied.
“God, we eat way too much red meat,” she said, heading toward the refrigerator.
She had a point. We probably had beef for dinner five out of seven days. But mom decided what we had, and that was that.
“So… I heard that party you mentioned the ot
