We both were engrossed in our tasks appointed, after arranging the papers I went through some just for fun. Yeah, going through the sales spreadsheet is fun for me. I glanced at dad to see him typing away on the computer with a frown on his forehead.
"I'm going to call Marshall." I announced. Quickly getting off the stool I took off to my room, don't get me wrong spending time with dad or great, but when he works it's just boring and annoying. I had no intention of calling Marshall and listening to his bickering.
Opening the door of my room and slamming it shut I threw myself on the bed like a bad girl. I've been told more than times that I should stop throwing myself on the bed like it's a bed of clouds and not a bed with wooden legs that can break and hurt me with it. It's been quite a
