for the winter by now. But my dad keeps saying theyâll wait until it gets cold.â
âHey, thereâs your sister, Cassie,â one of the minions said. âMaybe we should go talk to her about your party.â
âNo,â I said quickly. I could only imagine how Cait would react to my friends bombarding her with their ideas. âI just remembered my mom wants us home early today. But donât worry, Iâll talk to her. See you!â
I rushed off toward Caitlyn, who was waiting for me near the flagpole. Iâd barely seen her all day. Aura Middle School was so small that the entire sixth grade was divided into only two sectionsâgreen and gold, named after the school colors. Megan, Emily, Abby, and I were in the gold section. So was Brayden. Cait was in green with her dorky friends,along with Lavender and the other three B Boys.
âHi,â I said when I reached my sister. âWhereâs the nerd patrol?â
She frowned slightly. âIf you mean Liam and Bianca, they already left.â
Oops. So much for starting our birthday party discussion on the right foot. Still, with only a little over a week to make plans, I couldnât wait for a better moment. Besides, Cait wasnât the type to hold a grudge.
âIâve been thinking about our birthday,â I said as we started walking.
She brightened. âMe, too. Liam told me thereâs a new minigolf place in Six Oaks. Should we go there? We could each invite a few friends, maybe get pizza after.â
âMinigolf and pizza?â I shrugged. âThatâd be perfect if we were turning eight, not twelve. We only have one more year until weâre officially teenagers, right? Itâs time to stop with the baby parties and do something fun. Maybe at night, with dancing. My friends are totally willing to help us plan it.â
âAre you kidding?â Caitlyn said. âMom isnât going to let us have some teenagery dance party. I mean, have you met her?â
I frowned. âShe owes us one. She made us move here, remember? Iâm sure sheâll be reasonable.â
Cait was starting to get a stubborn expression that I didnât like. âWell, I donât want that kind of party,â she said. âWeâre not teenagers yet. Why rush it?â
I rolled my eyes. Why hadnât I predicted this? Oh, waitâI had. Caitlyn and I used to have a ton in common, but over the past few years sheâd turned into someone I barely recognized. Even those stupid visions weâd both started having showed how different weâve becomeâall of Caitâs seemed to show good stuff happening to people, while mine showed bad or horrible or unpleasant stuff. Totally unfair, right?
âWhatever,â I said. âItâs way too hot to argue about it. Weâll deal with it later.â
âFine,â she replied.
We trudged the rest of the way home in silence. As she opened the front door, Caitlyn glanced at me.
âItâs not that I donât want to have a party,â she said. âI just think we need to talk about the details a little more.â
âOkay.â This was a little more promising. I could work with this. âMaybe we can compromise. The first thing is to figure out where to have the party.â My eyes swept the place as I stepped inside. The house was so small that I could hear the squeak of the shower turning off down the hall. âDefinitely not here.â
âWhy not?â Cait looked around, too. âItâs not like weâre inviting the whole school, right? Iâm okay with keeping the guest list small.â
Just then Mom emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, one towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. âWhat are you girls talking about?â she asked.
âOur birthday,â Cait said.
âComing up next weekend, or did you forget?â I added, âThat