“Hera.”
“Hera.”
“Hera.”
“Hera Elizabeth Ross.”
“What do you want Scarlett Ruth Ross?”
“Don’t say my full name.”
“Well then, don’t say mine.”
“Yours isn’t even that bad. Mine is Ruth.”
“And mine is Elizabeth. Sounds too posh to me.”
“At least it’s not Ruth.”
“What did you want Scar?”
“Oh. Right. I’m bored Hera.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re nagging me like a 3 year old because you’re bored.”
“Yes. Can we do something? Please.”
“Like what Scar.”
“Let’s make some cupcakes!”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m doing my Art homework.”
“Come on Hera. Please. You’ll have time to do it later. Just kill my boredom for me and I won’t nag you anymore.”
“Fine.”
“Really?”
“But you’re not allowed to disturb me after. Okay?”
“Promise.”
It’s Saturday and Dad went off to do some shopping with
