The sound of the front door creaking open sent a shiver down my spine. My parents were home.
I looked around the living room we had hastily cleaned and I didn't know if we should be proud of ourselves for being able to pull off such a quick solution or be sad that we might have ruined our chances of becoming popular in school and in the eyes of the pack.
I forced a smile as they walked in, my mom’s heels clicking against the wooden floor.
She looked elegant, her navy-blue dress shimmering faintly under the light. My dad followed, his suit slightly wrinkled but his face glowing with satisfaction.
I could tell by the way their eyes were glancing around the room that they were searching for any hints that showed them what we were up to all night.
Luckily, Jack had placed a boardgam
