I’m going to regret this for the rest of my life.

Knowing that little fact was probably not true, I knocked on the door so hard I feared I’d burn my knuckles.

It swung open almost immediately.

And there stood Anne, the Lowoods’ second eldest child. She wasn’t much younger than me – only a year or two of difference. Despite that, we had become pretty good friends over the years.

“Oh, Kayley! Thank God you’re here!” Anne hastily tied up her chestnut colored hair, speaking through a mouth stuffed with scrunchie.

“Uh…why would you thank God? I just brought the pie,” I said, holding up the blasphemous object.

Anne waved her hand quickly and dismissively. “Who cares about the pie? It’s Everett!” The last part was hissed so lquietly that I was afraid I’d misheard.

“Why? What’s wrong with him?”

Anne rolled her eyes and pulled me into the house; her eyes darted about before she talked to me.

“It’s that new girlfriend of his.”

”...Huh?”

“You know, Alicia. She’s a complete bozo! We hate her!”

What?!