I finished unpacking everything.
Tracie had to go to school, and Aunt Clarisse took her. She'll have to do that at least until we can get her on the bus here.
Tomorrow Aunt Clarisse is going to some sort of meeting to try and get me back in school.
I asked if I had to go.
She said yes.
Tracie is happy to be here.
She helps cook with Aunt Clarisse in the kitchen.
Mom even eats every meal with us.
I think Aunt Clarisse took a couple days off of work, since she's been here during the day with us, and she has to take me to that meeting tomorrow.
I don't really want to go back to school, but I don't think I have a choice.
But you'd want me to be in school, wouldn't you?
