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Three Days Later
“Kaia, sweetie!” Mom calls from the kitchen. Her voice reaches my room while in the middle of dumping my school books inside my backpack. ” Can you please go get the door? Mommy’s busy here.”
“Im on it.” I say quickly as I descend down the stairs with a towel wrapped above my head. I was in the middle of preparing for school after all. I wonder who it is. I don’t think It’s Lara since that girl would have told me prior or just barged in. A big question mark pops up on top of my head- the same
