Chapter 5

The next morning, the living room exploded.

"No. No way!" My mom Linda's voice was sharp. "Sarah, two choices. Either send that slow kid away today, or you both get out."

I yawned and walked out. Lucas was already up. He was sitting on the couch, looking sleepy and holding his cube. He saw me and his eyes lit up. He gave me a smile.

Good actor, I thought.

Emily was at the table, sipping milk slowly. A smirk on her face. My father, Richard, sat there quietly. But his face said he agreed with Mom.

"Neither." I pulled out…