twelve
I stare at the letters and numbers jumbled into some sort of equation on the page, wondering who would think to invent such nonsense.
"So, are you going?"
I glance up from the scattered sheets covering the majority of the table. Keeley looks at me expectantly and it's only then I realise the conversation I'd tuned out of had been directed towards me. "Um what?" I ask.
She sighs, obviously irritated at having to repeat herself. "The Summer fair's coming up, and my parents are making me go with my brother so please tell me you'll come," Keeley says pleadingly, her eyes widening into the puppy dog face she does to convince me to go along with her crazy ideas.
Now usually, I'd be all for the Summer fair. Unlike some girls who felt faint at the sight of metal contraptions throwing y
