Devan

“Bye, I’m leaving,” I yell to Mom and Dad before going outside.

Marilyn’s car comes to a stop behind mine out by the garages. Before I get to her car, she and Jill both open their doors wide and jump out. Wearing their Riverbend tank tops, they’re both screaming, waving their arms in the air, and running in place. My cheeks warm as I get closer.

“Oh, she’s blushing,” Jill says.

“Tell us ...