Layne's Room
Saturday
June 7
11.30am
Layne sat in a purple beanbag, her polka dotted pj's mixed in with the clutter of her bedroom. Not much had changed in the room since last summer, except for the big pillow on her bed shaped like a tootsie roll. Claire had given it to her when she had left for the summer to Orlando. Lucky her, Layne thought as she removed the pillow from her bed to her beanbag. Only if she had accepted her friend's offer of going to Florida with her. But Layne knew she really just didn't want her to feel like there hadn't been an offer. Claire was off visiting her old Best Friends, and she kind of needed some alone time.
Layne paced she could call her own friends but they had all gone to Pennsylvania. She had refused their offer too. For some reason, when you just found out your semi-lactose intolerant you don't crave Hershey Park.
Layne checked her Blue Motorola, no messages. Funny. No calls. That means nothing to do. She was considering her mothers offer of finishing a scrapbook they started three years ago. So what if it wasn't the best summer idea, she still had the rest of the summer for an adventure. Layne grabbed the container of cheerios from under her bed and ran down stairs.
