“I read it over and over again. I turned it over, turned it back, smoothed it out on my pillow and then read it some more. It was written on a piece of torn-out spiral notebook paper. It had seams… — Emma Rathbone Copy Share Image
“I pictured myself walking across the way, in the sun, wearing a backpack. And then, unexpectedly—a heavy bubble of happiness rose in me. It’s… — Emma Rathbone Copy Share Image
“I looked around the cafeteria. There was a little paper product city set-up on one of the folding tables next to the empty salad… — Emma Rathbone Copy Share Image
“She read with all the sensuality and absorption of a preteen girl, stocking-footed, sliding down the sofa, completely immersed, her hand foraging on the… — Emma Rathbone Copy Share Image
“I ignored him. And he saw me deciding to ignore him. And I guess you could say that it wasn’t a big deal, but… — Emma Rathbone Copy Share Image
“I read it over and over again. I turned it over, turned it back, smoothed it out on my pillow and then read it… — Emma Rathbone Copy Share Image
“Everyday we have to go to classroom 107A, where portions of English, math and social studies are meted out like different nutrients of a… — Emma Rathbone Copy Share Image
“When we started walking to the computer room, I thought I was pretty prepared because I had managed to withdraw the balled-up outline worksheet… — Emma Rathbone Copy Share Image
