C15 chapter 14

Suddenly, I feel underdressed and over daggy. I run my fingers through my rat’s nest hair as Mr. Masters appears to study me. “What are you guys doing up and dressed so early?" I ask.

“Willow plays soccer this morning,” he replies.

“What time will we leave.”

Mr. Masters’ face falls. “You don’t work weekends, Brielle. That isn’t necessary.”

“I know.” I take Samuel’s hand in mine