Seven
Frances
My vibrating phone alerted me to the incoming call and I sighed when I saw who it was. Mum. Great. Why did she always call at the most inconvenient time?
“Hello,” I answered curtly, trapping the device between my shoulder and ear so I could keep packing my bag.
“Fran! Daaaaaarling. How’ve you been?”
“Good, I’m getting ready for school. What’s up?”
“Your father and I have just booked the most wonderful vacation. We’re leaving in a couple of days for the Caribbean. We’re doing two full weeks to see all the islands. We’ll even get to interact with the locals!”
“Two weeks?”
“Yes, but don’t worry, we’ll be back for the holidays so we can celebrate as a family. We’ll have to miss your birthday but your gift is on the way and we’ve put some extra money in your bank account.
