Eleven

Vespa

A frown nestled on my face as I blocked the front door, preventing Astrid from walking into the room. Astrid realizing that an argument was about to begin, sighed like a long-suffering teacher.

"It's six thirty, an astonishingly late time to return after a party that started at nine pm. Why didn't you come back with Ria? Did the organizers pay you to personally tuck the drunks into bed or did you volunteer to be their caregiver?"

"Calm your perky tits down," she groaned, trying to push past me. "I didn't do anything stupid. I bumped into Latoya, my friend from school. Her sister schools here and we spent the night in her room."

I didn't believe her. My sister has always been carefree and irresponsible. I could count on my fingers all the time she's gotten out of trouble. Fortunately for her, her life wasn't built on the foundation of duty and expectations like mine.

She shoved her phone in my face, showing me photos of her friend, Latoya, an athletic-looking girl with blonde h