Aurora
Once Sophia was ready, I made it to the stairs and yelled for Dad. "Dad, I'm ready to come down," I yelled. "Ok, babygirl, give me a second, and I'll be right there," he yelled back. "What's with the bookbag? And why are you wearing shorts and a t-shirt? Where is your bikini?" Sophia asked me. "My art stuff is in it. My drawing pads, colored pencils, and stuff. I figured I'd take it down with me and draw later. I've got a bunch of pictures on my camera to go through of the past couple of days, but I'll do that later. You know I always have art stuff on me somewhere," I said while laughing. "And my bikini is on under my shorts and t-shirt."
"Isn't that the truth, haha. Hand me your bag, and I'll carry it and your scooter down for you. It shouldn't be too heavy. And you don't need
