The next day, my dad went out. I watched TV until 2 pm before reluctantly leaving the house. My mom had to urge me to come. I was wondering, I haven't been back for two weeks, don't they miss me? I miss home whenever things don't go well at school, but of course, I'm fine when I'm back.
Following the notes Tara wrote, we finally found Tara 's house. Damn, this place is quite far. I really admire Tara for always going home alone. It's a bit scary at night when it's dark.
Although the west side of the city is the old, most dilapidated part, this detached house is just as impressive as the wealthy east side. I arrived at the front door, rang the doorbell, and waited ten minutes before the door slowly opened. Damn it, I was supposed to stand her up, but she stood me up instead. Speechless.
