While bending over, looking into the fridge and sifting through the selection of yogurt, Ari heard someone enter the kitchen behind her. After deciding on blueberry, she grabbed it and spun around to see Kiki and Jewel leaning against the small counter. They were staring at her, eyes heavy with questions, simultaneously folding their arms, completing the whole condescending roleplay of peeved parents and she the teenager daughter sneaking back into the house after curfew.
As she peeled the top foil off and dove a spoon into the container of her makeshift lunch, Ari stirred the yogurt when she finally broke the blanketing silence. “What?”
“What, she says?” Jewel threw in her usual sass. Her Saturday messy bun bobbed on the top of her hair. It was obvious Jewel had no plans fo
