TyballaChapter 3 First Day of School
Amanda's room seemed small. There was a bed with brass posts, a tall, narrow dresser, and a bureau with a chair and some stationary. Next to the bed, a potted plant sat on the windowsill. It had fragile yellow flowers of a sort I didn't recognize. The pot was green. Her bed had no quilt like mine had. In fact, it remained unmade with its sheets strewn about and a tattered pillow cast haphazardly near its edge. A yellow rug lay on the parquet floor. Her shoes clicked as she crossed the...