anda walk in the front door and before anda can close it, she’s standing in front of you.
“Traffic on the way halaman awal from school,” she says.
“Yeah, mom,” anda say, rolling your eyes and walking past her into the kitchen. anda weren’t in the mood for her games, anda just wanted to tampil up long enough for her to get off your case and let anda go see Alex again.
“I know anda weren’t at Summer’s last night,” she calls from the foyer as she comes to meet anda in the kitchen.
“Oh really now,” anda say, pulling out the jeruk, orange jus and taking a drink, not even bothering with a glass.