Poppy
“You guys are coming with us,” Kody informed me and Connor, leaning on the doorframe to our dining room. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a purple sweater with a large apple printed on the front. Two apple earrings dangled from his ears and sparkled in the sunlight as he walked across the room to the table where Connor and I were camped out—me with a textbook and him a worksheet containing that week’s spelling words.
“Where to?” I asked, fighting to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I had three loads of laundry to fold, and dinner to make, and I was supposed to read forty pages of this book before class tomorrow and come prepared to discuss it. Right now, the only thing I felt prepared to discuss was how horribly dry it was.
“Jodee and I are going apple picking and you two
