It’s Saturday, the only day I let myself sleep a little longer. I wake up early every single day of the week. Even on Sundays. But Saturday is when I sleep in. And I like my sleep. I love my sleep.
I’m a dedicated student, best notes and always number one in class. In any class. I’m better than Milo and I have a photographic memory. I can recite every word of every book I have ever read. And I have read lots of books.
I never thought it was a good thing. Everyone thinks it’s amazing. I know it’s actually a curse. Because I know the answers to everything. Except for why my heart pounds so loudly every time I’m around Mila.
It’s true I was the one who helped her free the animals at my birthday party when I was 5. But it’s also true that I loved her the moment I laid eyes on her. She was
