Mom asked suspiciously. She found us practically tripping over each other to get out the door. Jilly and I looked at each other. “Uhhhh…Vivian’s having a hair crisis. She’s highlighting her hair and she can’t reach the back. Mom, we gotta go. You know it’s all about the timing,” Jilly explained. “And why are you going, Lydia? This doesn’t seem like your kind of thing.” “Uhhhh…I’m thinking about trying one of those kits out before school starts. Just wanna see how it turns out.” I was talking way too fast. “Hmph.” I could tell she didn’t believe us, but what could she say? We were just about to make a break for it when everything went in the crapper. Who was strutting up our front walk? Mrs. Swicker, and she didn’t look happy. “Lydia!” she snapped. My feet froze to the spot. “I’ve just been made aware of the fact that you are still in possession of Megan’s house key.” She pretty much spit the words at me. “Oh right, ummm, let me get that for you, sorry about that.”
