Third Person's POV.
"f**k this!" Zoey yelled exasperatedly, thrashing her phone aside. It fell on the floor, and she could hear it break into pieces, but she didn't give a s**t. She was fed up, and the phone was only adding to her frustration.
With a sigh, she tottered out of her room, crossed to the other side of the hallway, and shoved into her brother's room. He was lying in his front, typing away on his laptop. She huffed and plumped down on the edge of his bed.
"Please come right in, Zoey, have a seat," He mumbled sarcastically, closing the laptop. Her rude entry better have a good reason or he's kicking her ass out.
"I don't have to knock, Zach. We're twins, I should have access in here whenever I want," Zoey scoffed, falling on her back. She exhaled, fixing her gaze absent-minde
