Ivory

It's not surprising, that my parents are not home. Them being home when I need them is like seeing a dog walk on it's hind legs.

My parents left for some stupid date night at 10:00. It's now 1:15 in the morning, and they are still not home.

Should I be concerned?

No.

Why should I be?

My parents are adults. They can take care of themselves.

Whatever, not like I care. I have things to do, and people not to care for.

I remember tapping my pen against my desk, but hearing no noise, and I was unsure if I was in reality or not.

Or even a daze.

Authors Note: Idea is mine! Written by my Smarter Sister!