TITLE: Rules for Running Away
GENRE: Middle Grade Realistic
Everything changed when I found that letter in the recycling bin. I tugged the envelope out from under a bottle. But the left-hand corner, where the return address should’ve been, was torn off. Wasn’t it illegal to throw away someone’s mail?
My name was below Mom’s and stained in a circle of olive oil. Care of Ellen Berger. Apparently, she hadn’t cared enough.
“Hey!” Craig said.
I jumped back. My chest was throbbing. “You can’t just walk up on people like that--”
“Sorry, Big A,” Mom’s fiancé said.
It was the most annoying nickname. Every time he said Big A, I heard, You’re fat. Which I wasn’t.
“What’re you up to?” His grape-colored yoga shorts matched his sweatshirt.
“Recycling!” I held up an empty can, hoping he believed me.
“Gotta take care of the earth, you know?”
Craig turned around to leave the kitchen. I dug my hand back into the recycling.
But he whirled back around. “I knew I’d come in here for something!” Craig strolled back into the kitchen and turned on the faucet. “Don’t forget to hydrate today, Big A.”
I’d never get to the bottom of anything with him around. “Mom told me you held a headstand for two minutes the other day,” I said.
“Almost two minutes!” He tipped his water bottle back and took a long gulp. “I didn’t even hear you come home, Big A. I was meditating. I must’ve gone into another world.”
Craig was always in another world.