Mya
I stood frozen in the kitchen for a minute, questioning whether what I thought just happened really happened. I threw away the rest of the trash and turned on the dishwasher and marched back into the living room where Mara was sitting on the couch, looking at her phone.
“Um, hi, so, what was that, Mara?”
“What was what?” she asked, still scrolling through her phone. Was she really doing this right now? I walked over to her and stood in front of her with my hands on my hips. She looked up at me with a blank expression and raised her eyebrow questioningly.
“Do you want to keep watching or are you ready for bed?” she asked, ignoring the giant orange elephant in the room. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
“Wh–? Are you–? You know what, fine. Whatever, Ma
