A Perfect Storm
“It’s only week three of school and already I’m bored with all the guys at Stellamar Middle School,” my best friend, Lily, announced as she stirred the pool of butterscotch sauce at the bottom of her sundae glass.
“I know, right?” agreed Avery. She grimaced, her mouth revealing this month’s band color, which was bright green. The bands she used for her braces tended to change color from one orthodontist appointment to the next. “That’s the...