Dorian dropped me off at my front door.
I figured I should probably let my dad know I'd be at Professor Pops', so he didn't worry. It seemed like the responsible thing to do.
Tossing my backpack on the table, I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottled water.
"I'm home," I called out after taking a sip.
The cool liquid soothed my parched throat.
No one answered, so I went into the living room, then upstairs, where I knocked on their bedroom door.
They weren't home.
I made my way back downstairs.
On the kitchen counter leaned a folded piece of paper. It just said they'd gone out and would be back later.
"Fine. Two can play this game."
If I had a phone, they could've left me a message or texted me. I'd at least know when they were coming home.
Grabbing a pen, I flippe
