I had a lot going on in my life and I didn’t need complications. Avery would be a complication. Besides, when I’d said I liked her, I’d seen her eyes widen slightly, knew she was giving my words more weight than I meant. I’d meant that I liked her in the same way that I liked the pot roast Mrs. Watkins had cooked for dinner. Or at least that’s what I had intended it to mean. It was hard to remember that when I was sitting across from her. Her nails were painted with purple and white stripes, the school colors. She really was all about school. She was also comfortable with her parents, talking with them about her teachers, some of the kids at school, movies coming out this summer that she wanted to see. My dad didn’t care about any of that stuff. He didn’t ask me what I thought about anything. I always felt like a deer caught in the headlights whenever someone here at the table asked me a question. Avery stood and took her dad’s plate. I breathed deeply. I’d escaped tonight without anyone asking me anything.
What do You think about Trouble From The Start (2015)?
