Chapter 8: Clay
The door to the art building swung shut with an industrial-sounding bang. Emmy Barnes jumped and wiped her hands frantically. Mrs. Figueroa didn’t care if she played The Avengers in the studio when no one else was around, but other people might. On the song blaring from the speakers, Penelope Houston launched into a particularly foul-mouthed rant, and Emmy cringed and grabbed her iPod to shut it off. She left a messy smear of paint and clay across the device’s touchscreen.
She glanced up quickly, wondering who besides herself and Mrs. Figueroa would show up at school on the first Monday of Spring Break. Daisy Mejia appeared around the corner, looking uncertainly at various art supplies as if they’d arrived on an alien spaceship. Emmy scowled. She’d messed up her iPod for
