24
Heather
Seventh grade
“Hey.”
Channing dropped down next to me. We were up on a large boulder, sitting higher than most everyone else.
Most were either swimming in the springs or drinking under some of the tents they’d put up for shade. I loved the springs, and I loved that it seemed only a Roussou place to go, even though Frisco wasn’t too far from here either. Today, as I watched everyone, I was kinda hoping they’d all just go away.
“Hey.” Even I winced at my tone. Dull and lame.
Channing paused, then nudged my arm. “What’s wrong? Not in the partying mood?”
I moved my arm out of the way, pulling my shirt down a bit more.
“My brother’s here.” Stupid Brandon. Sucking face with some girl. Football, drinking, and sucking face—those were his three favorite pastimes.
Channing laugh
