TAYLOR
"MOM! TAYLOR'S HERE!" Talia screamed as she opened the door. She had a hoodie on, and she looked like she was ready to burst out the door at any moment. She pushed past them and stood at the other side of the door.
"Umm, where are you off to?" I ask, stopping her in her tracks. She stops and looks back at me with a polite smile.
"To take out the garbage." The smile on her face and her tone did not match at all. I look down at her empty hands and raise my eyebrows at her.
"I don't see a bag," I murmur, and she scrunches up her nose with a frown and proceeds to turn, but I manage to catch the hood of her hoodie and pull her back into the house. She struggled, kicking and throwing hands, but my grip on her hoodie was stronger.
"MOM!" she screamed as I pulled her until I was in the
