ONE OF THE GIRLS GOT right up in my face and burped. “Ha! My burp sounds better than your song!”
The girls all laughed.
“On this street, you can only sing Ace of Base,” someone shouted.
“Yeah, they’re the best!”
Half the group of Erinville girls started singing Don’t Turn Around while the other half sang The Sign. Both were equally loud and off-key, but at least they’d found another focus. The competing gangs stood so close together Celeste and I struggled to slip through a gap. All I could think about was that scene from West Side Story where the Sharks fight the Jets.
“Hey, look how she’s walking!” one of the girls said. When her friends turned to watch, she swooped her leg around in an exaggerated motion. Was that supposed to be me?
Then they all started doing it, planting one f
