(April's POV)
As we walked up the stairs, arm-in-arm, I noticed Penelope standing where we'd left her. She was so fuming mad I could swear there was smoke coming from her ears and, if I’m not mistaken, I also heard one of those high-pitched train whistles. Yah know? Like in cartoons. In a way, I felt bad for her, honestly. Was it enough to try and include her? No, definitely not. But she did deserve to find some happiness, too.
After about an hour, everyone was gathered in Alex’s room. I was curled up on the sofa with Sparks curled up under it. I had my over-sized, baggy t-shirt on that had an image of a bigfoot on it and the words 'Messin With Sasquatch’ emblazoned on it, and a pair of my Dad’s old joggers along with my big, puffy, white bunny slippers with floppy ears that bounced wh
