"Are you ready?" Sandra asked me once I picked up my phone.
"Yeah, Criss Angel, are you?" I replied, sad that she interrupted my intense game of Flappy Bird. I was about to beat my record of 9.
"Yeah, when do you plan on leaving?" She asked and I glanced at the clock on my wall.
"Uh, in about five minutes." I told her. My mother decided to take my father out to dinner for a 'welcome back' date. It's even better because I'm going to be gone, so I won't have to worry about being scared in my own house. The doorbell rang loudly and I groaned, getting up from my bed. "Can I call you back? You know what? I'll just see you in a little bit."
She agreed and hung up rather quickly, muttering something about having to call Carson. After stuffing my phone, keys, lip balm, and my money into my poc
