As mom parked, I stood outside the car, stuffing my notebook and pen into the backpack and slipping it to my shoulders swiftly.
IT WAS OFFICIALLY 7:45 AM!!!
My mom got out and held my hand tightly as we went into the building.
The floors were a title marble floor, with dark lockers on each wall.
It was very loud, with kids around my age scrambling everywhere, chatting a LOT.
OOH!!
Mom gazed at me anxiously. "Evelyn, stay safe. I'll be back at 4:00. I love you! God bless you."
As she turned to leave, I waved happily.
"Bye, mom! Love you!! God bless you!!"
Then I went to my ASSIGNED LOCKER!!! :)
But I noticed one thing.
There was a lock on it with numbers.
Why was I locked away from my locker?!?
Is that why they call it LOCKer?!?!
I spinned the dial thingy and tried to open it, but to no prevail?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Arkansas Daughter
Short Storywhen a sweet, insecure girl meets a harsh, cruel boy at summer camp one day, what comes out of it? something that changes her life forever.
