Chapter 12
Anne caught herself staring at the huge maple tree outside her bedroom window, trying to count how many leaves were orange instead of yellow. Weeks of the school year passing and frost in the mornings surely sent the number into the thousands.
Her mind wandered to how she could create a formula to figure it out, if only she got an accurate count of one branch then counted all the other branches. Algebra was taking over her brain, not that her grades reflected that.
And daydreaming all evening about ways she could do better, how she could impress her teacher with her revolutionary new maple tree theory, would never get her homework finished.
She turned her desk chair away from the window, scooting the legs from one set of impressions in the shaggy blue carpet to another. Her
