A pink-headed girl looked up at the house, if آپ even consider it a house. Part of the lawn was a shade of light brown while the other parts had grown too much. The hedges were a hideous shape since it lacked trimming and the flowers that littered about were dead, aside from daises and dandelions sprouting around. Those were weeds. A few cigarette butts littered the stone walkway and mail piled up at the porch.
She cringed imagining what the inside must have looked if the outside looked like this. She inhaled a long breath and trudged toward the house, she let out the breath...
The کہا boy opened his eyes and glared at the ceiling. Someone was asking for their death sentence as they continuously banged on his door with no mercy.
"I heard آپ went outside! Let's eat somewhere! I'm buying!"
Apparently, it was his best friend, یا ex-best friend. He didn't utter a sound, nor did he even get up, he just lay there in all his alcohol and nicotine comfort. He waited a few مزید منٹ as the banging didn't seem to subside. He frowned as the banging increased and took a long swig of his drink, spilling some since he was lying down.