“You have to stop being so nice to me,” I tell him as I climb onto the raft, one hand holding the flower crown in place, the other grabbing the back of the bamboo chair for support. He hops on after me, sitting gracefully down on my left. “Why?” Because then I might not want to be enemies with you anymore, I answer silently inside my head. Because then it’s going to be much harder to go through with my plan, when everything I’ve done so far is to get my revenge. “I’m not used to it.”
