But just as Jake was about to cross the busy intersection, something caught his eye. A grey car was parked by the side of the road, its engine running.
Eight-year-old Jake sprinted down the sidewalk, his backpack bouncing with every step. The clock tower at the end of the street showed that he was already five minutes late for class, and that meant one thing—he was in for another scolding from Mrs. Harris. Jake dreaded those moments. She always seemed to find a way … Read more