“I can’t believe you’re going with her!”
I’ve been following my sixteen year old sister around our house for the past hour after she decided to believe our sorry excuse for a mother. Again.
“Reece, Give it up!” She says as she slams one of the boxes into the back of our mother’s green Volvo.
That’s the ugliest car I’ve ever seen.
“She’s just using you Abby.” I’m following her into the house ...
