When Vincent finally drove us home, I felt a lot better about the whole ordeal than I had at first. The movie was awesome- definitely more fun than school could ever be. I didn't even care that I skipped anymore. In fact, I had no qualms about skipping school for the rest of my life. Well, no. That was a lie. I wanted to do something with my life. But I wasn't against skipping every now and again with Vincent.
"I'm home!" I shouted as Vincent and I walked through the front doors.
My brother appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, his arms crossed. "Where did you two go?"
"Movies," Vincent responded the same time I said, "Walmart."
He shot me an amused glance while I scowled at him.
My brother frowned. "Emily, you've never skipped school before, so you obviously
