Home Alone

I head down our spiral staircase covered with red carpet, to find my mom in the kitchen. She was working on her laptop with papers all around the big round table.

My mom is a beautiful woman. With big, black, alert eyes, even after hours of work, they're still bright, she has short black hair, white skin, a lean figure and...I'm taller than her.

Anyways, she's a bussiness woman. She manages a company which she worked hard to build ever since our dad left us. In short, we owned a company. A lot of people were willing to be employed by her then. Its because she was one of the nicest and most appreciating person everyone knew. She loves her job as much as she loves us. But of course she loves us more.

"Hey mom, sorry I didn't hear you. I was listening to music...with earphones." I said sheepihly.

She sighed. "How many times have I told you that earphones are not good? Look what happened? You couldn't hear me calling you three times because you were wearing earphones." She scolds me.

Sheesh. Even though she was nice, she can be scary when we don't obey her.

"Sorry..." I apologize sheepishly.

"Next time this happens, I'm taking your earphones away, understood?" She says sternly.

"Yes mom... Why did you call me again?" I ask, changing the topic before she lectures more about earphones.

"Well...I wanted to let you know that I'm gonna be out of town for the year." She says.

What. The. Freakin'. Hell.

"WHAT?!" I yell with my eyes so wide that they might pop.

➡A story where two sisters are left alone in a huge house. Or so they thought...