Hi-lo
"Just one question, Turk," Mom says. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"
Mom must have read another parenting article. I can almost see the headline: Getting your Teen to Open Up to You.
"Well, er...I wanted to get my business running before I said anything. And," I put on my most innocent face, "I had this crazy idea you might think my business was something shady, stupid or immoral."
I can't tell for sure, but I think Mom and Dad almost look ashamed.
Yes!
"All of these additions, like the carved benches, the trails, the firepits," Maggie said, "were made by other Explore classes."
"You'll leave a lasting impression too," said Rick.
Chris stretched and let out a massive yawn.
"Are we keeping you up, Chris?" Maggie said.
He leaned back, arms crossed. "When does this get fun? So far this whole crock is nothing to get excited about.
Twenty Granola faces spun around and stared at Chris. It's just not worth it to lip off in Explore. I had a feeling Chris didn't care.
"I can't get inspiration on a stupid farm! I can't believe you're doing this to me!"
She glanced around the park yet again. This time her gaze came to rest on Judd, at the top of the Boa. She turned to walk away—but not before I saw the glint of fear in her eyes.
