Chapter 7
S tacy
“Are you ready to go to school?”
Emma jumped up and down. “Yes!”
I turned to my mother. “Was I ever this excited to go to school?”
My mother shook her head, laughing. “I had to drag you there kicking and screaming. You hated school so much that you also started inventing different sicknesses.”
“Oh yeah,” I laughed. “I remember that. Come on, Emma, let's go to the car.”
Emma gave her grandma a big hug before heading out the door. She moved out of the apartment with a spring in her step.
We met on a nice morning outside. The sun had barely made its way through the clouds. Only the warm rays met us, and even that was countered by the cool morning breeze. Emma got into the car first, settling into the back seat. I entered the driver's side and put the keys in the igni
