The Big Time–Michael K Smith
The Big Time by Michael K. Smith I was lying on a lounge chair out by the pool when my kid sister’s sort-of-boyfriend scared the crap out of me. I mean, I was half asleep, just letting my mind drift and feeling the warm July sun bouncing off my body, when this piercing voice behind me suddenly said, “Hi, Angela — do you know where Janie is?” I nearly fell off the damn lounge, actually. My shades clattered on the patio and I found myself twisted around with my left hand and my right foot on the ground, trying to see who it was. My heart was pounding and I knew I looked really ridiculous, which really embarrassed me. I’m eighteen and I’m starting college in the fall, so you can imagine what I felt …