EMMA:
I looked at the time and rubbed my temples. It was about time for me to go get my little brother. I sighed, a little overwhelmed at what I was going to do tonight, and started walking to the daycare center, about two blocks away. When I got there, I grabbed him, checked him out of the center, and tugged him home.
"Emmy, can we play tonight and have a party like we usually do when mom's gone? It is Saturday after all," my little brother, John, asked me.
I looked at him sadly, sorry buddy, not tonight. I have stuff I need to do tommorow." I immediately started to think of excuses as to why I might miss our Saturday night tradition.
He gave me his little puppy dog eyes, "Why? We always do this on Saturday."
I rummaged through a list of excuses, "Um... Because I have a uh, project I need to work on with some of my friends tomorrow early in the morning." Predicting what his next argument would be I said, "I will make it up to you tomorrow, okay? We'll go out to the mall and I'll get you something nice, okay?"
He sighed, "Okay. Promise?"
"Promise." I mentally sighed, Crisis averted. Hopefully I'll be able to keep my promise to him.
We walked the final block home and, because it was getting late, I made dinner and tucked John into bed. After my mom got home (at like eleven at night) and went to bed, I snuck out of my room and through the back door, walking over to our meeting place, and waited.