Early Spring, 1635
Natalie pulled on her boots and grabbed her backpack off the bed. The weather had been mostly wet and grey as spring slowly replaced winter, so she hoped the puddle-filled streets would be enough of an excuse to be wearing boots instead of her normal sneakers. If Mom even notices.
She shoved her textbooks a little further under the edge of her bed with her foot, then stepped out into the hall. "Hey, Mom. I'm headed . . .
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