~Charlotte~
“Mom, I am home!” I shouted to my bailiff, making sure my mom knew I was back and following her new and unfair rules. “In the kitchen, Charlotte Addams!” Her voice boomed from the kitchen. I trudged slowly, my arms hanging at my sides, my face down, wondering what I had done now. She only used my full name when she was seriously pissed off. I reviewed my entire week trying to find something as my steps grew shorter, filled with dread.
When I finally reached the kitchen, my dad stood behind her, his face silent, his nose flaring with anger. “You've been summoned by the police this afternoon,” she said sternly, her eyes twitching—a clear sign of her annoyance. “What?!” I blurted.
“That's what we, as your parents, were wondering about, but the detective said it's regarding Sea
