The Wrong Girl — Episode 7

So, could you stop doing that kind of work? Something safe, please? They stopped moving. Then they grabbed each other and started bawling and said yes.

They swore it. Two hours later, they left three black cards on my counter and went out the door. I stood in the hall and watched them go. I called out,

Get real jobs! We heard you! The second the door shut, Papa Gio turned to the others, honestly confused. That's strange. Why doesn't she like me designing submarine reactors?

The other two had no idea either. Inside, I opened my phone. The Falcone family Is my girl tired? Are they working you too hard?

Need more money? Don't skimp. We have plenty. My eyes stung. I sniffed and typed one line. I'm fine. Don't worry about me. You guys be careful at work.

Send. Watching their replies flood in, I made up my mind. I would never cause my dad's any more trouble. Just endure it, Emma, until graduation.

The next day was hell. Everywhere I went, people whispered, pointed, laughed. After school, I slipped out through the back alley. Yet Claire and her clique still found me.

She got out of the wheelchair and walked toward me. didn't you say you'd carry my bag i hadn't left yet and you're already running you think i'm a joke emma i lowered my head sorry you didn't call me i don't have to you're my dog she shoved her phone in my face say it i'm emma i'm garbage i forgot to heal for miss whitmore i bit my lip