AS SOON as Adda entered her house she knew something was off. Her body felt hefty, as if chains pinged her to the clean wooden floor. Her mom was right outside of the kitchen, looking at her with her hands accommodated on her hips. Adda tried to predict what was gonna be the next punishment about, but nothing came to her mind. Still, she was well aware she would arrive at her room fuming.
So you know what you've done, right?
Her mother's tone was slightly loud and husky. Adda could feel it in her bones, like a storm about to happen.
I didn't say anything.
No need to say It, I can see it in your face!
I didn't do anything this time, what are you gonna berate me about, uh? Was I two minutes late home o-?
A little bird told me you've been getting in trouble at school.
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