Monday morning.
“Mom! I can’t find my rubber shoes!”
Erin, no matter how her mother’s constant reminders, told her over the weekend to prepare all her school stuff so she wouldn’t be cramming. It was still very early and Stacy had not had much sleep the other night because she was doing some research on her laptop. Her latest obsession was with genetics and other sciences that went with the study of it. Stacy had to buy her own since she could not disturb Erin in her room late at night. The girl is buried in her studies at night too.
However, her deep sleep was disturbed by Erin’s yelling. She had no choice but to check her out. Her room looked as if a tornado that was the size of her room did pretty good damage to her room alone. Clothes were all thrown all over the bed and her closet
