“Van, open up, it’s your father," my dad knocked loudly. I opened the door with one shoe in my hand. He smiled at me while I slipped the shoe onto my foot.
“Yes, dad?” I asked as I stood up. Jeremiah inherited his height, around the six foot area while I inherited my mother’s fragile stature.
“I talked to that Jonah boy,” he told me with an approving smile. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to play it innocent.
“What does that have to do with me?” I asked him and he smiled at me.
“Jeremiah told me you like this boy,” I groaned loudly, shaking my head as my hands buried themselves in my hair.
“Why does everyone believe everything Jeremiah says? He has the mentality of a six year old!” I asked him and he shrugged. “I have to go downstairs now or else mom will cut my legs off and make them
