"Jessica!"
"Coming Dad!"
I hurried downstairs, fumbling for my MetroCard. I like to be prepared, but that doesn't mean that I'm very organized.
"What are you doing?," Dad questioned dramatically.
"Looking for my MetroCard." I knew what was coming.
"I told you not to use that wallet. It's useless. You little fumble-master."
We both smiled. He did tell me that, but I used my zebra-striped wallet anyway.
"Ok, have it your way. By the way, you don't need it this morning. I'm going to drop you off at school. It's pouring outside. I have to go to work after that so hurry up and eat your breakfast. I literally begged my boss to let me come in late."
"Ok." Oh, Dad. Always in a hurry. But I love him. He makes great food.
Mom rushes down the stairs. She gulped down her food, and was out the door after saying a quick "See ya later!"
Dad's voice traveled toward me. "Come on, Jessica."
•The Hidden Door•
The car whooshed by Pizza Hut, past the Museum, and into the school parking lot. School started at 8:30. I had 5 minutes.
"Have a great day, honey."
"Thanks Dad. You too." Great day, ha. My home life and my school life are totally different. They don't know that.
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The Hidden Door
Mystery / ThrillerJessica Goldfield moved to Lane Street 2 years ago. She didn't have any friends. She was often called "the loner." Her room was like the room of an average 14-year old. But, Jessica's whole life changes on an average day. She finds something in her...
