‘We have to keep trying,’ said Amelia. ‘We still haven’t tried the Yeti Mountain Pits, or the Post-Bat Depot… or the Scary Suburbs.’
‘I’M TIRED OF SELLING COOKIES,’ said Florence. ‘CAN’T WE CARRY ON TOMORROW?’
‘But we won’t win if we don’t hurry,’ Amelia urged. ‘We have to beat Frankie! And remember, we get a trip to the Pumpkin Paradise Park if we do win!’
Before he could stop me, I took in one last breath and went in. The smell inside was ten times worse than outside. I used all my mental strength not to throw up while I moved past the second seat. Glass crunched underneath my feet, and I was thankful I’d chosen to wear relatively thick-soled Chuck Taylors for our flight. Not really ideal for any of our activities so far, but at least they were comfortable.
Beautiful, heartbreaking, and so fucking gorgeous. I just couldn’t stop reading. Thank heavens I had a free afternoon, well… free… I kind of have all sorts of things to do like cleaning, laundry, but this book grabbed me. 😛