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Emma
I look at the time, sighing. I’m standing in my kitchen, making tea and talking to my mother over speakerphone. My mother is rattling on about how no one in her book club even reads the books.
I’m hardly listening though. My head is with Jameson, focusing on where he is right now. At this moment, he’s probably sitting in a sterile-looking classroom, taking the GED. He’s been stressed about it for the last few days, even though he didn’t say so.
I know that he’s smart and capable no matter what, but I need him to pass this so that he knows it too. I dunk the teabag in my mug, sighing again.
“Emmaline, are you even listening?” my mother scolds. Her voice coming through the speakerphone is tinny.
I straighten my spine. “Uh, yeah. Definitely.”
“I just asked you whether or not yo
