“Mike, Jason, Matt, do you have your bags?“ Janie asked us, in a rush.
Apparently she was late to work this morning, or so I assumed. I was packed and ready to go. Ms. Fitzgerald, bless her heart, had registered Matt and me at the new school on Friday, before we met Janie or moved here. That meant instead of getting a couple lazy days, as I had hoped, after only a day of getting to know the Benets, we were going to go to school. I would be a junior and Matt would be a freshman. At least we were