My hands were on the steering wheel as I drove down the freeway.

    

      Tiffany wasn't saying much from the passenger seat and I didn't wonder why.

     She wasn't supposed to be always talking and that was okay. It could be she was thinking about what she did, maybe. And I somehow don't want to care.

      I pulled into the school parking lot and turned to look at Tiffany. She looked at me briefly and reached to open the door.

      She climbed out of the car and I watched her for a moment before I got out too and strutted my keys out.

      I held my backpack and walked inside the...