Chapter Seven
"Sydney Nicole !"
When I get home from the diner, my sister is in the midst of apologizing for the gazillionth time for her a***e of the living room ceiling, but she offers me a conspiratorial grin as she waves her baton in front of her.
Our mom rolls her eyes and shakes her head before sighing.
"So how did it go?"
My phone hums in my pocket but I ignore it so I can answer her without seeming rude.
"Fine. I need to be there at five tomorrow morning, so no more late nights for me."
Sydney still has school for a few more weeks, but that hasn't kept her from sneaking into my bedroom with her laptop so we can watch random old chick flicks on Netflix after our parents go to bed.
"That will be better for Sydney, too. She has exams coming up."
My sister moans from
