I pulled on my old faded jeans, torn at both knees, and a gray sweatshirt, and hurried to join everyone for breakfast. Agatha cooked us oatmeal with big lumps of brown sugar and butter on top. After breakfast Brad built a big cozy fire and Terri worked on her wildflower collection on the floor in front of the fireplace. While Terri glued dried flower samples onto sheets of cardboard, I sat around and waited for the rain to stop. Stupid rain.
Ghost Beach - R.L Stineundefined