As I sat at my desk this morning, getting ready for the big day, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. My mom kept telling me how proud she was of me, and how she knew I was going to do great things. My dad, on the other hand, just kept teasing me about how I was going to get lost on the way to my locker.
Tomorrow, I’ll sit in the front. Not to see him. Just to see the road better. That’s what I’ll tell myself. emily%27s diary - chapter 1
She looked closer. In the dim glow of her bedside lamp, the cream-colored pages seemed to shimmer. Where she had doodled a simple flower in the corner, the petals now looked... sharper. More like teeth. As I sat at my desk this morning,