Ms. Smith unlocks the door to Carter's new house. It smells like wet paint. "Home, sweet home," she says.
"Whoever gets upstairs get's to choose rooms!" Ryan yells sprinting up the stairs, after him.
"Boys? Really? No running in the house!" Ms. Smith yells. Lindsay and I laugh and walk up the stairs after him.
"I won!" Ryan yells.
"No, I did!"
"I call that one! Get out!"
"Boys!" I yell. "You can sleep outside if you keep this up!"
"Okay, you don't start," Ryan says.
"Already have." Lindsay laughs. "Carter, you get the one on my right, Ryan left." Carter gives me a high five.
"Figures you give him the special treatment," Ryan whines. Ms. Smith comes up the stairs.
"Stop whining, you're seventeen. Start bringing in boxes." Lindsay and Ryan follow her back down the stairs. I start after them.
"Sair, wait." I stop. "I opened my present yesterday."
"You can return the book if you already have it."
"Surprisingly, I didn't. And you know I was talking about the saw."
"I told you that you wanted one."
"I tried it out and it was surprisingly very useful. That cab video was very accurate."
"Let's go unpack."
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Anger, Love, and Loss
Novela JuvenilSarah 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.
