I’m lying here and not moving. Ever, maybe. Just let 11th grade begin without me. Who needs an education anyway, am I right?
I shriek as we go down the slide, Aliza’s hands tightening around my neck so that I can’t actually breathe. Great, I’m either going to pass out from lack of oxygen or crash-land at the bottom of a giant blow-up slide in a blaze of mortifying glory.
Thankfully, I land safely, and break free of Aliza’s grip. Naomi, one; embarrassing slide incidents, zero.
Of course, the second we land Aliza forgets that she was afraid for her life and yells, “Again, again!”
I groan and Miri comes over with water.
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