Mom handed him a towel and a tin cup of hot cocoa. “You’re not ‘too much,’ Jake. You’re just new to this. New things are uncomfortable. That’s why they’re called ‘new’ and not ‘ah, this again.’”
I sighed, pulling my hoodie strings tight. "The only vibe I’m getting is 'hypothermia' because Leo forgot to zip the rainfly on our tent." -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...
During the three-hour car ride, Chloe played her ukulele. Not well. She had just learned three chords, and she played them on a loop, singing a song she wrote about her cat. My mom tried to be supportive, nodding along, but I saw her knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. Mom handed him a towel and a tin cup of hot cocoa
It was supposed to be a "bonding weekend"—just me, my mom, and the Great Outdoors. Instead, Mom had invited Leo. Leo, my self-appointed "best friend" who has the survival skills of a goldfish and a voice that carries like a foghorn. New things are uncomfortable
Very thin; the title essentially tells you everything that happens.