Chapter 8
I was mostly happy. I had my best friend back. That alone was great to me. But there were two things that I was not happy about. I had still not heard from Keira and today was Saturday, which meant I had to go set up for the homecoming dance.
Last night, I didn’t get home until 4:00 A.M., so waking up early was a drag, to say the least. I mumbled a hello to my mother as I shoved a bagel into my mouth.
“I’m assuming last night went well, judging by the time you came home?” she asked, as she smeared cream cheese onto her own bagel.
“Yeah, things are great with Jenny and I again. You were right—she was worried we would grow apart because of Keira,” I answered, downing a drink of my orange juice.
“Mothers know best,” she bragged and I jokingly rolled my eyes at her. “So, how are
