Amber and I are at the mall shopping. I know Mr. Crawford would disapprove of where I bought my clothes from. As much as I like the store he sent me too, I can’t go there to buy my everyday clothes.
After shopping for a few hours, Amber and I head to the food court to find something to eat.
“You seem distracted. What’s on your mind?” Amber asks while eating her taco salad. We ordered our food a few minutes ago and are seated eating.
“I was thinking of Mr. Crawford while we were shopping. That’s why I was distracted. His weird new behavior these days is making me crazy. I can’t stop wondering what’s making him act so strange.”
“What’s he doing?”
I tell Amber all the weird things Mr. Crawford’s been doing or saying to me these past few weeks.
“Everything you just told me proves my poi
