I gave Mom the silent treatment after I hung up, running to my room for a few extra things. By the time I returned downstairs, she was conspicuously absent. I waffled between angry and hurt while I glanced down at my suitcase, the hateful thing, and wished I had options.
It turned out I didn't have time to decide which one suited my mood the best. Just as I stuffed my favorite T-shirt into the front of the bag, a big black car pulled into the driveway. A limousine.
Seriously? Now I needed to get away without my parents noticing. I knew Alison's mom was pretentious, but a limo?
I unkindly wondered who she was trying to impress. This was going to be one hell of a stay.
The door slammed shut behind me, the wheels of my overnight bag humming on the pavement. The black suited driver was out of the car, holding the back door open for Mrs. Morgan as she climbed out.
What? Why? Alison was right behind her, making a terrible face like this wouldn't end well and she was already sorry.