#Chapter121
Meet crazy
Casey
Coop and I leaned halfway out of his bedroom window. Larissa stood in the driveway.
/"Listen, crazy. We don’t have time for the pokey,/" I said.
/"That was one time. It’s not my fault a person left their horse alone,/" Larissa said.
/"What type of girls do you meet?/" He asked me.
/"They’re the clinically insane. I blame my dad, Gavin./" I shrugged.
Larissa disappeared, and we saw her climbing the tree next to Coop’s house like a monkey. We watched her swing her body up on a branch and walk on it like a balance beam. Did this chick take gymnastics?
Larissa moved along the roof to Coop’s window and pushed our faces out of the way. She climbed through the window.
/"Breaking into a person’s house is a felony,/" I said.
