Chapter 37
The next day, I pedal to Judy’s to help her with math. I’m thinking about how grim things looked last night during our big talk. I wondered at one point if they were going to ground me. Fortunately, they didn’t.
I’ve never been grounded. I’ve always been the good, reliable kid. Good grades, no trouble, everything a parent would want in a child. Except, of course, having zero social skills. Until recently. I’m beginning to wonder about these people I’ve been living with who claim to be my parents. They don’t even look like me. Who are they to tell me how to live, anyway? Don’t I have rights? Don’t my opinions matter?
I pedal faster and faster. I arrive at Judy’s house nearly out of breath. I lean my bike against the side of the house, creak up the steps and rap on the door. Ju
