“Okay, thanks.” I knew better than to disagree.

My mom made the decision for me when she opened my door and said, “Addie, I’m driving you this morning. There were already enough alternate realities floating around in my mind that sometimes it was hard to keep track of which one I had actually lived and which was the opposing choice never made.Īnd yet, earlier that morning when I climbed out of bed and saw the fog outside my window, I was tempted to see what would happen if I stayed home versus what would happen if I went to school. But I didn’t Search all my choices-only major ones. Guess I should’ve Searched the morning after all, and I might’ve seen that coming. The spot the football had hit throbbed, so I pressed my fingertips against it, sure there was a nasty red welt. “Yeah, I heard you, Duke.” I brushed myself off and continued walking. I said heads up.” His smile proved he wasn’t very sorry at all, but more likely amused.Īnd I looked up, was what I wanted to say, but instead I ignored his offered hand and pushed myself off the ground. A little anxiety melted away with the thought.Ī familiar face with a mess of blond hair and a wide smile appeared above me. I’d only lost thirty seconds, at the most, so I’d still make it to class on time. I’d landed on cement, so no mud was involved, thankfully. As if the school colors splashed across the sky would send us running to the ticket booth. I lie on my back, book clutched to my chest, staring at the purple-and-gold streaked sky-the Perceptives must’ve been gearing up for the football game that night. Duck or watch out or flying object, even heads down would’ve worked. I never really understood the saying heads up. I looked up just in time to see a football smack me right between the eyes. “Heads up,” a loud voice called from my right. to pick a subject (me) and lie in wait to attack

Pivot point by kasie west