I woke up the next morning to Mom shaking me awake. “You overslept,” she said. I had hardly pulled my jeans on when Daisy honked from the driveway. I shoved my feet into my Chucks, grabbed an orange for the road and ran out the door before realizing I had left my phone on my bedside table.
“Nice bedhead,” Daisy laughed. I scowled at her, slumping down in my seat and tried to flatten my hair with my hand. “Here,” she said, reaching into her glove compartment for a brush.
“Thanks,” I grumbled, using the comb to pull my hair back into a ponytail.
At school Robbie was sitting on the school’s steps, finishing up his math homework from the night before. “Did you do this?” He asked Daisy breathlessly, as if the pressure of running out of time was squeezing the air from his lungs. They were in
