Upper Class: Chapter 11

“That is the worst game in the world. Like I can see like nine thousand reasons why that would lead to fights and crying”
The rain slams against the ground with angry force, like it’s trying to drive millions of little holes into the dirt. I watch it, eyes glazed.
“It’s raining,” I say brilliantly.
Debbi snorts. “A bright future as a meteorologist lies ahead of you.”
Zeesy, who is hanging sideways off her bed to see out the window, cracks up.
I space back in. “You are both hilarious,” I say dryly.
Shan sits up suddenly. “Ohmigosh, it’s raining.”
Okay, now I’m worried.
Debbi and I exchange looks. “Uh, Shan?”
She rolls her eyes. “No, I know it’s raining. I mean it’s raining today, right before Visiting Day. Can you imagine? If it pours tomorrow? What are we going to do with our city folk visitors and the whole carnival and petting zoo Hila planned?”
We all sit up. “Oh, gosh. What are we going to do?”
We watch the rain gloomily until Yaeli Fried says, “Enough moping, let’s play The Coin Game.”
Mmmm, The Coin Game. The game that always ends in tears, either of laughter or, you know, the other kind.
Debbi smooths her hair into a thick pony and then lets it fall over her shoulders. Zeesy twists her heart-shaped ring around and around her finger, Shan bites her lip, hard.
Yaeli is looking at us shrewdly, like she knows something, which is interesting, because we’re very boring people.
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