Blast to the Past
The car screeched to a stop in front of West Hudson Elementary School.
“Hurry up, Abigail,” my sister commanded. “You’re going to be late to meet your teacher.”
I checked the dashboard clock. I had plenty of time. CeCe just wanted to get rid of me.
I leaned over to tie my shoe. Not because it needed to be tied, but just to bug her.
I peeked in my backpack to make...