I am playing table soccer with the boys when my phone starts buzzing. Everyone that can call me is here with me, so I ignore it. But then, it will not stop until I am tempted to smash it against the wall.
I finish a game and step out. Checking the phone, it's the butler. That shiny face never calls me unless Dad asks him. What do they want now?
I pick the call and casually walk towards my bike.
“What is it?” I grunt into the phone.
“Is Mia with you, Mister Wiston?”
“No. Why?” His question fills me with unease.
“Where are you now?” He continues to ask.
I don't know what that has to do with Mia, but it pisses me off that he is asking.
“Nowhere.” I snarl and end the call.
“She isn't in school today. I wanted to ask if she is doing fine. She had a headache yesterday and went h
