The look of confusion on my parents' face, I tell you. It was as if I had just told them I was adopted, or I wanted to live in the mountains as a hermit. After a few seconds, my father let out this small chuckle that sounded like he was unsure whether or not I was joking. They looked at each other with a half-worried and half-“can you believe this kid just said that?” kind of look on their faces.
“I’m serious,” I said with all seriousness. “We really have become friends.”
That wiped off any trace of amusement in their eyes. My mom placed her fork and knife down with a small clink on her plate and sat up straight. “Dana,” she breathed out in this tone of disbelief. “Have you forgotten that halfling is still trying to take your place? Look at him running against you in the Student Council
