Sunday night, Dylan vomited...four times. So, we came to the conclusion that he wouldn't be going to school the following day. However, I needed a ride to school because we were supposed to have heavy rain. My parents barely felt comfortable letting Dylan drive in the predicted rainfall, even though he had a year and a half of experience, never mind me. I have my license; I just never found a reason to drive. So, I had to ask the only person who lives near us, and that person is Holden.
So on Monday morning, rather than getting in the car with my brother, I got into the car with Holden, who was kind enough to bring me to school. When I got in the car, he looked at me and smiled. "Good morning," he greeted in his familiar boyish voice.
"Morning," I responded as I put my backpack on the fl
