Ava p.o.v
Waking up at 6am on a Saturday morning, with Tricia swearing and ranting on the phone is not how I've planned my morning. I whine from every cursed word she utter, if she isn't scary when angered, I would have hang up on her but I don't wanna get myself strangled to death at my early age.
I don't know how I land myself with such a talkative friend, I don't like loud people and I most definitely do not like noise. But at some point in life, I need to interact with all characteristic of people. Although I appreciate having her as a friend, she stood up for me many a times but let's face it, she could talk a dead person to life.
"Are you even listening." Tricia grunt from the other side of the phone.
I've block her out since she wasn't saying anything I would understand.
"No."
