TITLE: CROSSING THE DIVIDE
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Plants I get; they have guidelines. Sun or shade. Wet soil or dry. Prune them often or leave them alone. People are harder.
“Hey, Becca, who picked out that skirt? Your grandma?” Kara Phinn snorts and saunters past.
From the edge of the Phinns’s yard I watch throngs of people sing, eat and laugh. Kara and I are in the same calculus class, but we don’t exactly hang with the same crowd.
The Phinn’s annual Fourth of July cookout features live music, a catered B-B-Q dinner, and the opportunity to mingle with the Who’s Who in Sugarland, which is why my parents wanted to come. But I’m not exactly a mingler, so I squat down to deadhead some begonias, checking my watch for how much longer I’ll have to endure the crowd.
I would’ve designed this garden differently, but of course no one asked for my opinion. It’s nice, but the designer used a lot of annuals. I prefer perennials. They have staying power.
“Can’t keep your hands out of the dirt, can you?”
I fall, catching myself on my hands and knees. “Hi,” I mutter. I stand, brushing the dirt off my knees and pushing a lock of hair out of my face, most likely smudging my forehead with dirt.
“I’m Greg Sveitch. I’ve just been talking with your mother.”
I don’t recognize him, but I take a step back. “Oh, okay.” My mom’s talking to Mrs. Phinn and not looking our way.