I hate to admit it but Mom is right about Irene. The girl’s mind is totally messed up. If my parents find out what she got me into today, they’ll ground me for the rest of Christmas vacation.
Irene’s in my eighth-grade class but we’re only sometime-friends. I wish we were close friends because she’s the most popular girl in school. She’s even been on dates with boys, and I know she’s been kissed a million times. She sort of lets you know.
This afternoon Irene calls and wants me to go downtown with her to buy Christmas presents.
