We stood in the schoolyard under the dark sky, our class gathered in secret. I felt nervous, hoping no one would find us.
“Dig faster!” Jess, my best friend, ordered, her voice sharp and impatient.
“If you’re so clever, do it yourself!” Malcolm snapped, his shovel pausing mid-air.
Jess rolled her eyes. “I have a manicure and white sneakers. You know I can’t. These boys are useless,” she added, glancing at me.