Jack

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My fare pass almost falls out of my open overcoat as I run through the streets, trying not to miss the metro for the millionth time. I run down the escalator, mentally blaming myself for sleeping in again. I'm just able to make it into the last metro car, the moving subway forcing me into the lap of a businesswoman who wasn't too pleased by me even touching her. I just rolled my eyes and flung my messy braid over my shoulder. I stood up, pulling my phone out of my pocket. Hitting the power switch, I noticed Luna had sent me one of her long, boring, quote-of-the-day texts.

Dear Jacalyn,

Mom's home and she has something to show you. Please come home.

XOXO,

Lunette

P.S. Quote of the day:

"If you can dream it, you can do it."

~Walt Disney

Luna was so proper it aggravates me. No matter how many times I tell her, she still starts texts with dear, she writes her name at the bottom of texts, and she tells me the Quote of the day, no matter how much I don't care. She even calls me Jacalyn! The name's Jack, learn it right, say it right.

And if she thinks that I can magically find some rich guy's wallet or a plane just laying on the streets, she thought wrong. Of course, my parents are Finn and Annie Britanica, famous director and designer, but they can't magically make the helicopter pilot come to New York from LA on his day off, especially if no one knew I was in the Big Apple, besides Luna. I pulled out my cell phone. I quickly dialed a number I knew by heart.

"Shay? It's me. Tell Ms. Burke I won't be coming to class today, I'm going to LA."

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