Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
I groaned dramatically before pulling it out of my hoodie pocket.
"Oh, for the love of—"
The screen lit up.
Mom
12 Missed Calls
18 Messages
My stomach immediately dropped.
"...Shit."
I was busted. Completely. I didn't even have to open the messages to know what they contained. I sighed as I stuffed my phone back into my hoodie pocket.
Great.
I was about to get another lecture on how I wasn't a good enough daughter.
With another dramatic sigh, I turned toward home and began walking through the quiet streets. The night had settled comfortably over the neighborhood, the occasional passing car breaking the silence before everything returned to stillness.
Halfway home, my phone vibrated again.
Out of habit, I unlocked it.
A familiar username sat at the top of
