Joy’s Point Of View
“Get prepared Dorry or we will be late to school,” I told her in a haste, we woke up late and we had to rush things this morning.
“Where is Fabian and Junior? I haven't seen them this morning, where are they?" She asked, looking around the house. They were nowhere to be seen around the living room, neither were they in the kitchen, "are they still in their room?" She added, they weren't in their room either.
"They are not home, they should have gotten to school by this time," I told her looking at my wrist watch, it was about time we left home.
"What?" She yelled, "why will they leave us and go to school? That's not fair!" She cried.
"Well, what's not fair is you delaying us and asking questions at the wrong time. If you know you want to keep asking questions just
