I rung the doorbell, desperately wishing that he was here, and actually willing to see me. I had suffered the short walk that now seemed longer no thanks to my injury. And I really didn't want to have to go all the way back home.
"I'm coming!" An almost inaudible voice yelled from the other side. Inevitably, the door finally opened.
"Emma!" Ms. Avery chanted excitedly when she realized who it was. My eyes widened, but I smiled anyways to be polite.
"Hi, Ms. Avery! Is Jake here?"
"Yeah," she answered. "He's in his room. You can go up there if you want." She stepped aside, gesturing for me to come in; so I did. "Are you okay?" She asked, when she closed the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to talk to him. It's kind of important." I emphasized the word "important" and her mouth went in
