by Kelly Risser
"Is it weird?” Katie asked.
“What?” We were on our way to study hall, weaving through the students around us. Besides lunch, it was the only time we saw each other this semester.
“Living with your parents?”
“It’s okay.” I shrugged. “I mean, David was practically at my grandparents’ house all the time anyway before they got married.”
“And your mom’s okay?”
“She seems better,” I said. “She’ll find out more next week.”
I was glad that I didn’t tell Katie what I was. I hadn’t even told Evan much more, but he wasn’t pressuring me. After my birthday dinner, once my grandparents left, I asked my mom if they knew. Mom assured me they didn’t.
“Do you want to go out Friday night?” Katie asked. “I know you usually hang out with Evan, but I’m planning a girls’ night. There’s a new dance club in Halifax, and I’ve been dying to check it out.”
“What club?” I didn’t know any of the dance clubs, but it felt like an acceptable question to ask.
“Mirage,” she said. “Heard of it?”
“Yeah.” I actually had overheard a couple of classmates talking about it in English last week. It opened about a month ago and was supposed to be the place to go. They played the latest music, and teens from all over Nova Scotia went there to hang out.
“I’m in.” I grinned. A night out with the girls sounded exactly like what I needed.
Katie smiled back. “It’s gonna be epic!”
