I stop my bike and take off my helmet before ringing the doorbell to Lindsay's house. A woman opens the door.
"Hi Ms. Merlin, is Lindsay home?"
"Hey, Sarah. Yeah, she's in her bedroom, go right on up. Lindsay! You have a visitor!" I walk up the stairs and into Lindsay's room.
"Hey," I say.
"Hey, shouldn't you be doing homework?" Lindsay asks.
"Can't I do it here?"
"Yeah, come here." I jump onto her bed and take my laptop out of my bag. "How's your essay going?"
"You think I'd be here if I started?"
"Yeah, I haven't either." We both laugh.
"Ugh, why's fathead here?" Lindsay's five-year-old brother, Tommy asks, sticking out his tongue.
"Go away muskrat." Lindsay throws a pillow at him.
"Mom!" He runs back to his room. We laugh.
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Anger, Love, and Loss
JugendliteraturSarah was just living her normal high-school life, (Fight with sister, hang out with friends, etc.) when it starts to pour downhill, until a boy comes and turns it around.
