“Ronei!” Mother called from the kitchen. I scurried to her.
“What is it, mother?”
She handed me a basket of fruit. “Take this to Miss Thomas. You can spend the day there if you like.”
“Okay.” I took the basket from her and set it on the table. Then, I strode back into my room. Standing in front of the floor-length mirror, I looked small. I sighed and began combing my blonde hair up into a ponytail, and lightly brushed my bangs until they were neat. I grabbed my red cape and wrapped it around myself.
“Ronei!” mother called again. “Hurry, before it gets dark!”
“Coming!” I stomped my feet into my brown leather boots and yanked the front door open, taking the basket along with me.