After spending her afternoon in the town, Waverly entered through the front door of the house, her hair consisting of pieces of dirt, which she shook out on the shoe mat. She pulled the hair tie on her wrist off and grabbed her curls, setting them in a quick bun. A few pieces fell from the elastic, framing her face. Waverly took off her shoes and jogged up the entryway stairs to her room, where she grabbed a book and blanket before heading back down to the living room.
The sun was setting over the mountain view outside of the large, wall-sized window that decorated the sitting area, generating an orange and yellow haze across the hardwood flooring. Waverly spread the throw length-way across the couch facing the window and laid underneath it, curling her legs up to her chest. She flipped
