Thirteen: Home

"Just ask Bella to do it!" I whined at Barb over the phone. I had only left my dorm about an hour and thirty minutes ago, but she had called about five hundred times already. She was complaining about Virginia not wanting to cook breakfast. How was that even my problem?!

"Oh, so you're supporting Virg? Seriously?!" She cried. 

I slapped my palm against my forehead, sighed hard. "Jeez, girl, you could be annoying sometimes. I'm only giving my opinion. You can't keep calling me for little things like this. It's quite annoying."

"Oh, so now, I'm the annoying one?" She sounded angry. 

"Why can't—"

"Fine! Just get out. I'll sort it out myself. And till you return, I won't call you," she uttered. 

"Barb, you've got to—"

"Bye!" And then, she hung up. 

I rolled my eyes, and stepped into the por