My Favorite Color is Your Something Blue (My Favorite Color)

by Eva Austin

“Too true,” Dad agrees. He’s probably smiling, which further annoys me. “In fact, you shouldn’t date until you’re thirty.” Mom sings out, “That is the agreement you made when you were five.” “I think it was binding,” Dad adds.

Maybe indulge in a long shower and a comfy spot to curl up with my Kindle.

“Some are good ones, like mine. Some aren’t. The tricky part is determining who’s who. They’re all the same in the beginning.

How do you play nice with a girl who won’t look at you? Hudson keeps glaring at me like it’s my fault.

Leo: Can we talk?

My immediate thought: dont answer that XD

Will is already standing, paddle in hand, perfectly balanced. He makes it look as easy as walking down the street. Meanwhile, I’m sitting crisscross applesauce like a first grader.