She was determined to say something this time. This was a common promise that always ended up unfulfilled. Her mom was home that afternoon. Emily was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a Mike s Hard Lemonade. Staring into the top of the bottle as if her destiny could be found within it somewhere, the urge to blurt it out was interrupted.
Basketball is awesome.
We are seven and two. Classes are harder this semester but everything is ok. Emily thought as she felt her heart drop nervously to her stomach. Her mother repeated the question. Well, I haven't been asked.