Marietta
I folded the last piece of paper I had and groaned in frustration.
The door creaked open, revealing the last unhelpful person I would like to sight my eyes upon.
“Ugh, why does he have to be back now?!” I complained loud enough for him to hear.
He heads to the kitchen and takes out a water bottle.
“This is my house.” He hands me the bottle to help me uncork it.
I sighed, deciding this was not time for a payback.
“You should be grateful. I won't let you pass out from thirst.”
He walks out on me without saying anything, infuriating me even more.
“Not even a thank you.” I sighed, exhausted from all the studying.
He went into his room and popped out in the next ten minutes wearing a light cotton shirt and grey pants.
“Bring your questions; we are going outside.”
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