Roman
I hid my application from mom for a few days until I could get it to Sarah. The day came when I thought it would be safe.But I didn't think to see if mom was still home, stupid of me, I know. Waltzing into the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of mom standing there.
"Bella."Sarah spoke out, getting my attention. "Did you finish those reports for me?" I heard the words come from her mouth, but at first, my brain didn't absorb what she was saying.
"Um, yes, sorry, I was making sure I got them all. Here they are."I handed her the envelope.
"OH good, Sarah, has you using your brain? Maybe it will rub off on the other parts of your brain, like making the right choice." Mom just has to be sarcastic. Heading out the door, she reminded dad of the meeting with Roman tonight. Great, Mr. Playbo
