Rhea Brookville was driving down the road by eleven.
She had just come back from a party but she was alone. She had left her sister behind.
They had been involved in a big fight.
It was because London had wanted to stay behind longer and Rhea hadn’t.
Rhea was so irritated. They had been fighting so much lately. Rhea was the younger one, while London was the elder.
And all the time, Rhea always had to be the reasonable one. It was tiring. She could not be covering up for her sister all the time.
She could go to hell for all she cared. She had gone with the car and London could bloody well find her way back home on her own.
As Rhea drove she tried turning to avoid music station, but they were all irritating her.
“Come on no good stuff here?” Rhea asked irritated.
But the channel
