Bad News
The next day, my mom called me into the kitchen."Cece, we need to talk."
"What is it?" I asked.
"We're a little tight on money, and we might have to sell some stuff to keep our house", she said.
"And we might have to sell Stormy."
"What? No, we are NEVER selling Stormy! I don't care how low we are on money, I am never giving her up!"
I ran to my room and slammed the door.
But would if she was right? What if I had to sell Stormy? I sure hoped not.
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