As much as I liked her mom, I didn’t want to run into Ash after what she’d done today. That girl gave me a migraine. If I’d driven, I could’ve just pulled into my driveway and slipped inside, but Riley’s house was only two blocks away and it seemed pointless driving there when it was just as easy to walk. I slowed down, playing with the guitar pick in my pocket. It’d been the very first guitar pick I’d ever gotten. My dad had bought it for me and I’d always kept it on me for good luck. It seemed kinda silly, but it made me feel as though a part of him was still with me. Stopping outside the West’s house—which was two houses down from mine—I tried to scope out whether or not Ash and her mom had gone inside yet. There was no sign of them. I ducked behind the West’s hydrangea bush when I saw Ash’s mom walk back out again. Ash peeled herself away from the car and disappeared from sight. Since I couldn’t see her mom either, I assumed they were sitting on their front step.
