"Are you going to come inside with me? You need to pick out something to wear that your mother wouldn't approve of."
"You do it." I dismissed her, still hunched scribbling over my field notebook.
"How will you know if it's something your mother will approve of or not?"
"I don't care anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't care if my mother approves of it or not. I want to approve of it. So scratch that one off the list. That and besides, I need to write."
She pursed her lips in disapproval but left me in the car to find us something she deemed acceptable to wear.
She came back about an hour later, clutching more bags than I thought was really necessary. She wouldn't let me see what was inside.
When we got to the hotel, we checked into our room and showered. It was decidedly an unglamorous night. Murphy fell asleep instantly even though it was still so early we hadn't had dinner. It was the first good night sleep she'd gotten since taking me on this trip on the first place, so I left her undisturbed, working only by the faint bathroom light filtering through to my desk.
I wrote.
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Us Versus the World
Teen FictionDevon is a senior in high school, and she's never really made a decision for herself. So she decides to take a risk before she goes to college to become a data analyst. As she travels cross-country with a girl she barely knows, she starts to realize...
