"Wake up, bro!"

The voice cut through the haze of sleep, unmistakable. You groggily opened your eyes, the sound pulling you out of your dreams. Groaning, you rolled over to your window, throwing it open.

There she was—Darcy, sitting cross-legged on the driveway, fiddling your dad's car. Her expression was a mix of playful and impish as she rocked the tiny vehicle back and forth in her lap.

“C’mon, you don’t wanna be late for school, do you?” she called up to you, flashing that grin you knew too well. “The bus isn’t running today, so I get to drop you off. Lucky you.”