Sara
Friday morning found me seated at breakfast with Mom and my new stepdad. If I hadn't deliberately woken up and made my way to the hotel, I would have wondered what I was doing there. I barely said anything, I just watched the two of them chat. Mom would occasionally throw a question my way, and I would murmur or nod at appropriate moments, but I didn't say a word.
Apparently, we were waiting for one more person. From what Mom had said, he was at my school, too, and I couldn't help but wonder who it was. Either way, I knew it would feel awkward if I ran into him at school again from now on.
Have I met him before? Do I know him? Is he in the same age as me, or older?
Neither of them gave me a hint, and I felt too awkward just to ask outright.
The food had come already, and Mom and
