Teen Fiction: Of Course I’m responsible

That was the most stunning bracelet imaginable, especially the way it matched my outfit. Dare I ask? Well, it couldn’t hurt to try!

“T alya! You have got to see the bracelet my Bubby and Zaidy got me for my birthday! They let me pick it out at Joseph’s Jewelry — can you imagine? — and it’s stunning!” Chaya interrupted our Historiah study session.

“Freeze! Don’t even think of moving from your notes!” I commanded in my most threatening tone. Yes, I did want to see the bracelet — if it was from Josephs it had to be amazing — but Chaya and I had tons left to study and I needed to leave soon. And we both needed to do well on this test.

“You are such a slave driver!” Chaya complained settling back into her seat and picked up right where we’d left off.

Chaya and I were just about done studying for our Historiah test thanks to tons of help from Above Barbecue Pringles and some well-placed threats on my part when I glanced at my watch. “It’s five to six! My father will be here any minute so I’ll have time to do my hair. We want to be on time for my cousin’s vort.”