I honestly think this part sucksI hope it will get better, and it will
“Perfect,” I whispered to myself. I turned off the light and walked out the door. While walking through the living room I saw Jake getting into my backpack. “Jake,” I said in a stern voice, “what are you doing?” “Nothing,” he replied in a phony innocent voice. “You know better not to get into my stuff,” I said as I bent over and picked him up. “If mom catches you, you’ll be in lots of trouble.” I carried him into the kitchen where mom was fixing French toast for breakfast. “Yummy!” Jake screeched right in my ear. Glancing at Mom, I cringed. She gave me an ‘oh well, he’s 4 you know’ look. I put Jake into his special chair, that had a booster seat in it. I sat down just as Mom finished the second piece of toast. She served the cut up one to Jake, and the whole one to me. I only ate one piece, and Mom noticed. “How come you aren’t eating more Emily? You normally eat at least two.” “I’m not really hungry this morning,” I replied honestly. Mom looked at the clock and told me to hurry and finish and be ready to walk out the door in a few minutes. She walked over and got Jake and took him into his bedroom. It was 7:45, and school started at 8:10. I walked into the living room and checked for everything in my bag. Homework, money, make up, brush. I checked things off an imaginary list in my head. Slipping on my flip-flops and looking in the mirror once more before I walked out the door.
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