“It’s not fair,” she announces before I’m even awake the next morning. “You always get to do things ’cause you’re older.” “That’s not true,” I retort, almost wishing Dad had taken her instead, and that Zoe and I hadn’t gone at all, as it was so horribly uncomfortable at th...
“Fine, thanks,” I told him. There was a small silence. But it wasn’t one of those awful, toe-curling silences where you start to panic. It was just the two of us standing there, watching Stalking Paul lifting his shirt right up to show a bunch of year threes some sort of h...