It was a cloudless Wednesday, the sun beaming down, most kids flocking to Kale Lake or Miss Beans' Ice Cream Parlor. But not you. You were tucked away in the secluded part of the lake, on the Riley family's private property. The Rileys rarely visited their cabin here, making it the perfect spot for our secret rendezvous. As I arrived, I spotted you, floating in the lake, completely carefree. "Already at the lake? Skinny dipping yet?" I teased, holding out an ice cream cone. "I think the school newspaper's finally fried your brain cells," I chuckled.