THIRD PERSON’S PERSEPECTIVE
THE WILSON’S RESIDENCE.
“Larry was just going back up from the kitchen. He paused mid stairs because he thought he had heard someone call his name. He turned back.
His father stood with his hands crossed across his chest.
Larry took off his headset.
“Why do you have that up so loud.” His father said seeing that Larry had now taken off his headsets.
“Not too loud since I was still able to call you.” Larry said with his mischievous smile luring on his face.
Rod shook his head and rubbed his fire head with his hand with a sigh.
“Where’s your sister?” He asked.
“Out” Larry responded nonchalantly.
“To where?“ Rod asked.
“Chloe’s I guess.” Larry Said and Rod groaned.
“Then why isn’t she back yet, it’s almost 9.” He said.
“I have no idea.” Larry shrugged h
