Chapter Eighty Four

“Elena, where are you going!” She heard her mum yell as she groaned out, wearing the last piece of her sneakers before getting out of her room.

She opened her mother’s room and scrunched her face up. No wonder everywhere in the house always comes out sparkling and clean. Here she was, on a Saturday afternoon, cleaning all the gadgets in her room and all other little things. The bed was made correctly, and the bedside table, the makeup table, and all tables were adequately arranged.

“A party.” She answered and looked up at her.

“With who? Matthew or Craig?”

“Matthew and Silver.” She replied.

“Have fun. Curfew is 7, any time above that, don’t come into my house again.” She said as Elena slammed the door.

She walked back into her room to pick her bag and some other things she forgot. Dialing out Silver’s number, she sat on the edge of the bed, tapping her white Nike sneakers to the floor and waiting for Silver to pick up