Blurby for Nutcases: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc.
And now the excerpt, continuing from where we left off:
“Why are you throwing dolls at me?”
She fought a smile as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Instead of chucking the doll back at her, he wrapped a protective arm around it. Such a softy. “Because it’s fun.”
The bed springs squeaked in protest, then she heard his feet on the ladder. She propped her head on her elbow and the smile finally broke free when he appeared. “Make some room, I’m not sleeping down there.”
“You lost rock, paper, scissors fair and square.”
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We are now entering the final week of school. I've spent the majority of my weekend marking assignments and writing report card comments, and you know what? I'm gonna miss this. As much as I'm thrilled that the end is in sight and summer break is upon us, I will so dearly miss teaching every day and interacting with students and co-workers. My first year of teaching has been everything I dreamed it would be and more. Can't wait to see what next year has in store! :) Wishing you all a fantastic week!