It was quiet, too quiet. Although this line may be overused, when I say it- it’s true. My house is rarely quiet, unless my parents aren’t home. But then it’s still not quiet, I usually play music to fill in for their incessant chatter. Creeping downstairs, I saw a note from my mom.
Audrey,
Went out to lunch with Emily and a few of the girls I work with. Your father’s at work; he picked up a shift today. Ms. Janie called earlier, the girl scouts can’t make it to the library- sorry for not waking you; I didn’t think it was too important. I love you and do the dishes.
-Mom
Placing the note back down, I frowned. I hate being alone in my house, unlike most teenagers. Glancing at the clock, I did a double take when I realized that it was almost two in the afternoon. I rubbed my face before
