I kept all my shopping bags on my bed and ran back downstairs. I smiled in content when I saw my parents watching the television.
I huffed a sigh of relief when I sat down on the floor, curled up by the foot of the sofa with my eyes glued to the only source of light in the living room.
Leaning against my mom's legs, I sighed again as her fingers raked through my long curls in an absentminded motion while she watched the television. I loved it when she does that.
"How was your shopping spree?" mom suddenly squealed and shook my shoulders slightly. Calm it woman. I am tired, for crying out loud.
I groaned and glared at my mom.
"It was perfect", I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I glared at the screen while thinking about Max. He left me there, and completely alone. That asshole!
"Oh that's great", my mom chirped out loud; clearly not noticing the sarcastic undertone in my voice.
"Yeah right", I muttered quietly.