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“I’m going to Banana Republic.” Ten rushes up and hooks an arm around
my neck. “Want to come?”
I shake my head, taking a left down the hall. “I need to get home. It’s
my turn to make dinner tonight.”
The school is empty, and we just finished practice, but while everyone
else is showering and getting ready for wherever they’re rushing off to, I’m
still in my shorts, sports bra, and tank top. I just want to get out of here.
This day threw me off track, and I need to regroup.
That new kid, Masen, is a real piece of work, and I’d had to turn off my
phone to ignore the Facebook notifications after lunch. Thank goodness no
one had time to snap a picture of him dumping me on my ass in the
cafeteria, but that didn’t stop Lyla from posting a meme online, joking
about it and tagging me.
Of course, she was “only teasing.”
Whatever. I need to get home anyway.