We finished dinner and changed into nicer clothes. We had showered earlier in the afternoon and were just wearing sweatpants which isn't appropriate to wear to a party...supposedly. Noah helped me pick out the nicest clothes that Mrs. Atkins had bought for me when I was first sent here last month. Then we joined the twins back downstairs, where we found them fighting over the keys.
"It's my turn to drive." Dave rolled his eyes.
Kyle frowned. "How can you be sure? We haven't been allowed to drive since Christmas break."
"Easy. You're the reason Dad doesn't let us take turns with Zeke anymore." Noah said. He looked to me. "We better start praying. It'll be a long night. Just the idea of them driving makes me want to stay home."
Dave snatched the keys. "Don't be ridiculous. We can't let you two stay at home alone. You're just kids."
Is he joking? He rather take us to a party than to leave us at home, alone? I glanced at Noah, feeling more and more nervous about this.
