I entered the bustling cafeteria with my friends twenty minutes into dinnertime, while the teachers merely watched us in silence. I spotted Josiah—was it him or his twin?
“So tomorrow is P.E. Ready for it, Alex?” Charlie asked as we settled at a table with empty seats.
“Ugh, I hate that subject,” I groaned.
“Yeah, me too,” Elliot chimed in.
“Too bad we don’t have P.E. together; we would’ve made a great team, AJ,” Noah said, pouting as he stabbed at his meat.
“That’s okay, but we need to pull a prank soon,” I smirked.
“There will be no pranks, Alex,” Elliot said firmly.
“Okay, Dad,” I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes as Noah snickered.
“Hey, Alex! Hey, guys,” Josiah approached and sat down.
“What’s up?” he asked, handing me a flyer. “There’s a welcome party at my friend’s hou
