Marissa pulled into the trailer park, her rims still spinning long after the car was parked. Marissa opened the door, and flinched as it creaked open, hoping her mom wasn’t home. She stepped into the small, cramped kitchen. Marissa placed her cell phone on the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ counter just as something moved behind her.
“Marissa?” a female voice called from the even smaller and مزید cramped living room.
Marissa turned around, dreading the inevitable
“Skipping school?” Caitlin grinned
“Caitlin? What are آپ doing ہوم from boarding school?”
“I decided to دکھائیں up early, wouldn’t want to miss...
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