t back to picking at their food。
But I couldn't stop myself from looking again。 And in the back of my mind； I could hear my
grandfather's voice saying； “The choices you make now
will affect you for the rest of your life。 Do the right thing…。”
Do the right thing…。
Do the right thing…。
Miranda shook me out of it； asking； “Bryce？ Are you in there？ I asked； what are you going to
do this summer？”
“I don't know；” I snapped。
“Hey； maybe you can spend some time up at the lake with us！” Shelly said。
It was torture。 I wanted to scream； Shut up！ Leave me alone！ I wanted to run out of the
building and keep on running until I didn't feel like this
anymore。
“Lunch is really delicious； Bryce。” Miranda's voice was floating around。 “Bryce？ Did you hear
me？ This is really a spectacular lunch。”
A simple little thank you would've sufficed。 But could I e up with a simple little thank you？
No。 I turned on her and said； “Can we not talk about
food or tans or hair？”
She gave me an uppity little smile。 “Well； what do you want to talk about； then？”
I blinked at her； then at Shelly。 “How about perpetual motion？ Know anything about that？”
“Perpetual what？”
Miranda starts laughing。
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“What？” I ask her。 “What's so funny？”
She looks at me a minute； then snickers。 “I didn't realize I'd bid on an intellectual。”
“Hey… I'm pl