Chapter One

“That’s three for me,” Breckin says, dropping his

Xbox controller. “I really need to go home now.”
I pick up the controller and try to hand it back to
him. “Just one more,” I say. Or beg, really. But Breckin
already has on his ridiculous puffy jacket and is making
his way to my bedroom door.
“Call Holder if you’re this bored,” he says.
“He had Thanksgiving dinner at his dad’s house
yesterday. They won’t be back until tonight.”
“Then ask Six to come over. I’ve hung out with you
enough today to last me until Christmas break. I have
family shit tonight.”
That makes me laugh. “You said shit.”
Breckin shrugs. “Yeah. It’s Thanksgiving. I have family
shit.”
“I thought Mormons couldn’t swear.”
Breckin rolls his eyes and opens my bedroom door.
“Bye, Daniel.”
“Wait. You coming Saturday?” On our drive home
from school a couple days ago, Holder suggested we do a
friendsgiving while we’re home on Thanksgiving break.