My mother started to call me down to the kitchen. I was dazed. I was taking wipe after wipe and scrubbing my skin. I couldn’t make the smell of bonfire go away, and each wipe I used seemed to come off darker than the last. Finally, I felt that I had been able to take enough of it off to look presentable. I grabbed an outfit from one of my boxes. Something to keep me warm while I was out and about. I chose a simple dress with leggings and a jean jacket. It looked chilly outside, and moving in would be relatively easy when I returned and helped unload the packages.
I exited my room and started to walk down toward the kitchen. A relatively cold cup of coffee sat on the table with a slice of bread spread with peanut butter and jelly. It was one of my favorite breakfasts because it was light
