#Chapter70

Hanging out

Elias

The next day, Tori and I walked through the woods. She wasn’t like most girls who didn’t like to get dirty. April whined about anything that had to do with dirt. I would turn off my hearing aids, so I didn’t listen to her.

“You’re not like most girls,” I said while walking.

Tree branches snapped under our shoe’s soles.

“Why? Is it because I don’t whine about everything?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, and you don’t care if you get dirty.”

We maneuvered around tree limbs as we walked.

“I don’t get the point in whining. The girls at school worry about their hair and makeup. What...