I leap from the bottom step of the bus and head for the front doors, unable to wipe the grin from my face. My cell phone is tucked happily into the interior pocket of my messenger bag-big thanks and kisses for Mom for retrieving it for me-with the absolute promise to her and Dad I will not use it or take it out in class.
They can count on that. Never again.
It's all fixed, too, new sparkles replacing the three gone missing in Mr. Gladwell's room. I don't ever want it in a position where it's at risk again. Sure, it might just be a thing, but it's my thing and I love its pink and white sparkly goodness.
My morning is made when I spot Tate entering the school ahead of me. While her conservative outfit isn't exactly my taste-she could use a pop of color to accent the plain jeans and brown
