KELLY
Kelly got a surprise when Angie picked them up from school that afternoon. Her foster mom had spent a good part of her day at a*****e picking out cell phones for the three of them. Travis got a bright yellow phone that was hardly bigger than a credit card. Kelly got a pink one. Jon’s was red.
Kelly couldn’t believe it. All her friends had phones, and she always felt dumb when one of them asked for her cell number. It was hard to explain that she lived with foster parents who didn’t have the money for something like that. Well, not anymore! She hugged Angie around the neck and thanked her big-time.
“You’re certainly welcome,” said Angie. “I think it’s important that each of you has a way to call home.”
Travis just stared at his phone. “Where do I put it?”
“Put it in your backpack
