6 ~ SurprisesTick, tock, tick, tock. The only sound that filled the lounge room was the rhythmic ticking of the mosaic wall clock right across from the couch I was sitting on. It was late Sunday night, but we weren’t game enough to leave for Sasha’s until we knew for certain that my parents were asleep. Although they had said goodnight and left for bed half an hour earlier, we definitely didn’t want to risk them coming downstairs and finding us missing. I wasn’t exactly fond of the possibility of being grounded until retirement age if we were caught. So, we were going to wait an extra few minutes regardless of how desperate Libby was to get moving. She had been standing beside the clock since the moment my parents left, checking the time every five seconds and huffing in annoyance.
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