Audrey
I trudged into the house late that night, my feet aching as I kicked off my shoes. The sound of laughter and the faint glow of the TV drew me to the living room, where I found my friends sprawled across the couches, video game controllers in hand and half-empty pizza boxes strewn about.
“Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence,” Tina called out with a grin, pausing the game.
I collapsed into an empty armchair, sinking blissfully into the soft cushions. “Don’t mind me,” I mumbled, my eyes already starting to close. “I’ll just be here, quietly dying.”
“Rough day?” Betty asked, offering me a slice of cold pizza.
I waved it away, too exhausted to even consider eating. “Oh, you have no idea.”
Avis, munching on one of her famous chocolate chip
