Literature
Fun and Games
Itll be fun, Sarah begged, tugging at Emilys wrists. Come on. You know itll be fun.
Emily stared at the ground, trying to not let Sarahs excitement and longing influence her decision.
Please, Emmy, Ill never ask you to do it again! cried Sarah.
But
wont she be embarrassed? Or upset? I would be, Emily said, still talking to the ground.
No! Shell be glad that were taking notice of her. Think rationally, Emmy, Sarah said firmly.
Emily kept her eyes down, picking out separate threads of color in the industrialized carpeti