![]() ![]() Then the three of us hop out of the car and face the madness of the store. ‘I don’t really know how to snowboard,’ I admit as our dad turns into the busy parking lot of the hardware store located in the heart of the town. It’s not like he knew it was going to happen. I think he feels guilty because Caleb was his friend and therefore was in the house because of him. Ever since I told my family about what happened with Caleb on my twelfth birthday, Jackson has acted almost too nice. ‘We should go snowboarding or something this weekend,’ Jackson suddenly says to me. The town is small, but it’s the day after Thanksgiving and the sales the stores are having are causing havoc in the streets. He folds his arms and stares out the window at the buildings bordering the street. ‘Of course I miss him,’ I say, unzipping my coat because Jackson is overheating the car with how high he’s got the heater turned up. ![]() ‘Is that what it is?’ my father asks and I vow to get Jackson back for bringing this up. ‘That’s because she’s lovesick.’ Jackson smirks at me and I stick out my tongue. ‘You’ve been awfully quiet,’ my father says as he makes a right down Main Street. ![]()
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