7am “You awake enough to drive back to school?” Cooper asks me, putting our bags in the car. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He sits in the passenger seat until I get about a half mile from school, then he hops in the back and hides. I go through the school gates, pull into my parking spot, hop out of my car, leaving it unlocked, and then walk to the dorm and straight into my shower. I’m forty-five minutes late for our 7 am Social Committee meeting. “Sorry I'm late,” I say, my entrance interrupting Logan. “That’s okay. We're just finishing up,” he says. “You’re our last report. Is the French Club ready for tomorrow night? Will the baskets all be ready?” “Yeah, The Market was happy to do them. They even gave us a nice discount, so the club will earn money for the state competition this spring.” “Perfect,” he says. “That completes our list.” Peyton does a little clap.
