Noah

I heard Jackson’s truck before I saw it.

The engine had this loud, uneven rumble that sounded like it had been through a few too many high school parking lots and winter mornings. It rolled up in front of my house just as I was pulling my jacket on.

I grabbed my backpack and headed outside.

Cold air slapped me awake immediately.

Jackson leaned across the passenger seat and shoved the door open.

“You move any slower and we’re gonna miss first period,” he said.

I ...