Maddison
“Oh, there you are!” Emma exclaimed as I entered. “I was telling Mom and Dad that you were having this . . . preparation with your friends for the . . . what was that, Maddie? A quiz bee! Right! I told Mom you’ll be late.” Emma grinned.
"How's school, sweetie? Can we watch you beat those mind-boggling questions at school? Dad and I would be very happy to cheer for you," Mom said, slicing some potatoes.
My fists clenched in anger. I literally just wanted to smash her head. Shooting daggers at Emma without Mom noticing it, I climbed upstairs and went to our room.
“It’s . . . great, Mom,” I said in a low voice.
“I’m preparing dinner for you, sweetie. I’ll let you know when I’m done, okay. Have some rest.” Mom’s voice could be heard as I closed the bedroom door.
I huffed, thro
