"So, did you have a good time with Wesley?" Dad said.
"Yes," I said.
"That's good."
For the remainder of the day, I would be giving piano lessons. I told my father that I wanted to do something, and this came up. Today, I would have two students each for a 30 minute period. The first student would be here any minute.
"Hi, my name is Abby," a girl of about ten years of age walks in.
"Hi, Abby, I'm Emma," I reply with a smile on my face. Time for the first lesson.
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The other student's name is Martha. She's about 13 years old.
I'm going to have to do more lessons tomorrow, though, with two different students. They're both girls.
So this is what it's like. To live in a good family like mine. I love it here. I help cooks prepare wonderful meals, I help the maids with a little bit of cleaning, and of course, I teach piano lessons. This is perfect.
And now I met Wesley. He is so kind, sweet, and thoughtful. I really like him.
Sorry this is reallllllyyyyy short, but I really wanted to stop here.
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The Pony Express
Teen Fiction***FYI the Pony Express was a real thing from 1860-1861 and only orphaned men were allowed to work on it*** Emma is a 16 year old in the 1860s. She has no family, no home, and no idea what to do with her life. But when fate gives her a job on the Po...