Twelve
Kylie
“Micah, would you stop chewing like a horse?” Lisa Richards glares at her brother. “It’s annoying.” Her long black hair falls over one shoulder. Her brown skin glows with tastefully applied makeup. She screams of class and elegance. We’re the same age, but I want to be Lisa Richards when I grow up.
The youngest Richard kid laughs and opens his mouth to reveal the mess of mashed fries inside. “Sorry. Is this better?”
“Mom!”
Tanner’s mother offers a tight-lipped smile over her plate of vegetable chow mien. “Would you both like to be excused from the table?”
Lisa rolls her eyes but lets the matter drop. I expect her to be mature about it, but I catch her flicking her tongue at Micah when she thinks no one is looking. Micah drops his fork, mouth slackening as he prepares to
