Twenty-Seven
Emma
“Hey, Marv, how’s it going?” I asked as I got on the bus.
I’d just left Rosie’s house after spending the evening working on her homework and grabbing a burger at the diner.
“Still here, so can’t complain,” Marv replied.
I smiled at him and sat with a relieved sigh.
I felt like I’d been going at a hundred miles an hour for the last few weeks and it was starting to catch up with me. Getting off my feet was a great first step, but what I really needed was a full eight hours of sleep.
The good news was that the end of the school year was in sight. The bad … this meant finals were coming up.
I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes for a moment.
When my phone vibrated, I reluctantly opened my eyes and opened my messages.
Hey, Em. I know ur with Rosie
