Chapter Eleven
Demi and I stare up at the ride. A giant circle sways back and forth the entire length of the park and out over the river. My phone dings in my pocket. I hit ignore without looking at the name.
“You can take it,” Demi says, spooning a frozen sorbet thing we just bought.
“Nah.”
“Okay, let's go before I second guess this.” She starts walking toward the entrance.
“You race down a hill at eighty miles per hour, but you can't ride a simple amusement park ride?”
Her attention is fixated on the motion of the ride, her head moving side to side. “I've been doing that since I was five.”
“Seriously? You don’t get out much, do you?”
She throws away the sorbet, pulls out her sanitizer, squirts it on her hands and rubs it all over her palms. “My mom keeps me busy.”
I have a feeli
