“Do you feel better?” she asked.
Emma has always had a knack for making the mundane feel magical. When the rest of the school filed into the musty smell of the history wing, we were hopping the fence by the soccer field. My heart was pounding—not from the jump, but from the sound of the gravel crunching under our sneakers as we ran toward the bus stop. emma rosie skipping school
We ended up at the abandoned quarry. It’s ironic, isn’t it? We skipped a building full of people to sit in a place full of ghosts. But with Emma, even ghosts are friendly. “Do you feel better