“I know,” she says.
“So how goes it on the outside?” I ask, turning to face her.
She shrugs. “It’s boring. I never thought I’d be ready for summer to be over, but if it means you will be set free, then I’m all for it.”
I smile at her. I know exactly what she means; only I’m not ready for school. But I am ready to be free…I think.
“What’s been going on in whacked-ville?” she asks playfully.
I realize for the first time in a long time I’m actually excited to talk to her about something normal—a guy.
“Well, actually something interesting did happen today.” I can’t hold back the stupid grin that is pasted across my face.
“Please don’t tell me somebody took off after a nurse with a syringe thinking they were an alien who wanted to probe them.”
I roll my eyes. “That has only happened a c
