Emily Harper
My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.
"Are you mad at me, Em?" asked Sam as he tried to search my face. "I'm sorry, girl. I tried everything, but Mr. Matthews wouldn't budge."
Oh my goodness. What am I supposed to do? I wondered as I looked at my wristwatch. It was a quarter to 10 o'clock. All of a sudden, I found it hard to breathe. I closed my eyes and took in a lungful of the air, trying to calm my heart down.
"Are you alright, Em?" asked Sam, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder.
I opened my eyes and looked at her. Exhaling, I forced the words out. "It's alright, Sam," I said. "Thank you for trying and for letting me know."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded. "I'll... I'll deal with it," I said, sighing for the umpteenth time.
"Okay," she whispered as she turned away to
