---POV Monica---
I continued to pace the floor of my townhouse while I waited for her call. I glanced at my phone for the tenth time in the last five minutes. I’ve called her at least thirty times, but no answer. Can she really be that busy?! Finally, the phone buzzed in my hand, and I immediately picked it up. “Mother!” I shouted and she groaned before clearing her throat.
“Monica, I’m already disappointed that you just up and left your university without consulting me first. What could you possibly be calling me about? I hope it’s to let me know you are headed back to school. Where you belong young lady.” The sound of waves crashing echoed through the speaker and I bit my lip. She’s on vacation and I disturbed her apparently. I rolled my eyes. Great. Why is everyone so bent
