I awkwardly shoveled my fork of scrambled eggs into my mouth, glanced over at becca and mother, and focused back onto my breakfast.
Becca is my younger sister, whom is 13, while I am 16.
"Laura, you haven't barely eaten any of your biscuit and not one sip of your orange juice." Mother paused. " Care for an explanation?"
Without looking, I mumbled a soft "I just ain't hungry, sorry."
"Excuse me? Precise language!" She smacked her palm against the table, and me and Becca both flinched.
"I'm not hungry, sorry." I corrected myself, quietly.
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I threw my hair up into a neatly pulled back pony tail, a button up T-shirt, and tan ironed pants. I packed an extra pair of clothes, like always., and stuffed it into my book bag. Mother told me and my sister very promptly that we were forbidden to wear any sort of makeup, so I was ready after I got dressed. "Becca! We're going to be late if we don't hurry up!" I yelled as I threw my purse over my shoulder.
"We?!" She threw at me. "Ive been ready... For 20 minutes!"
"Ladies, ladies. There is no need for shouting in this house. If you'd like to speak to one another, you have your legs for a reason, you know." Our maid called in her fake, sing-song voice.
Her name is Trisha, but mother only lets her go by, be called by, and ever mentioned to by 'Anne'. She says it seems much more "professional".
I grabbed my keys, gathered my books, and walked out the door.
"What am I forgetting..." I said to myself aloud, pausing before I opened the car door.
As I shrugged it off and began to back out of the driveway, Becca ran out the door frantically, waving her hands in the air.
"Laura! Don't leave without me!"
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أدب المراهقينLaura Sandburg and her sister run into a new boy at their school. Being the arguing sisters they are, they compete to be his friend... Or more than friends. Only they had no idea what they were getting into.
