MANDY
Raven grinned, nodding in agreement.
"A slumber party it is. Let's make sure our stories match. Let the chaos begin.” Raven said, a smirk growing at the corner of her lips.
Raven and I had sealed the deal on our alibi, a slumber party that would be our golden ticket out of any interrogation.
But Raven, being the meticulous planner she was, had another question up her sleeve.
"So, what if they ask you about that scratch on your face?" Raven inquired, raising her brow in question.
I bit my lip and shrugged it off with a nonchalant grin. "Easy fix. I'll just tell them my cat was acting up. You know how those furballs can get. Scratch here, scratch there – blame it on a feisty feline. They won't question it."
Raven chuckled, giving me a soft push on my shoulder. "Smooth move, Man
