The school day flew by fast and before I knew it, I was riding back home on Will’s bike. When we pulled into the garage, I hopped off the back and handed my helmet to him. “I’m going to go check on things with Ms. Alma before I get ready,” I say and start to turn.
Will grabs my arm and spins me back around. “Whoa there,” he starts. “You are supposed to go straight upstairs and start getting ready. How about I send her a quick mindlink and ask if she needs help?”
“Fine,” I huff. His eyes glaze over quickly as he sends a mindlink to Ms. Alma. When he is done, he shakes his head and starts to chuckle. “What did she say? Does she need my help?”
“No, she doesn’t need your help. In fact she told me to tell you that a future luna should not be so concerned with the manual labor of the party
