Emma
My fingers freeze over the keypad of my laptop, and a tiny gasp escapes my lips. Slowly, I raise my head to meet the murderous glare of my mother.
I sigh deeply. Can it get any worse? The last person I don't want to see is standing right next to me.
“Mother, you're here?” I say in a calm voice which doesn't even match the storm raging within me.
Her icy glare becomes more intense with each passing seconds. Her icy glare is layered with a venomous gleam, saying nothing else.
I glance back at the screen, I have not even type a considerable amount of words. I would have love to match her glare with an equal energy but then, I have a deadline to meet.
My fingers fly over the keypad, typing fast. Just as I am about to tap my fingers on the enterkey, the lid of the laptop slams hard
