Sometimes, as much as things were frustrating, they were still too good to be true.
Like, for example, going home to your parents’ house when everyone else was being annoying as hell. Sometimes, Ayanna really hated going home because of that. Her mom’s nagging, her dad’s nonchalant comments, and her brother’s annoying antics. She was supposed to face all of that this day.
With a sigh, she stood in front of her parents’ house. She was the straps of her backpack tight. She could still back out but she had not been home for more than a month. And it was an agreement that she should go home after her midterms to try and let loose—as if going home to that crazy family was relaxing. Fine, it was relaxing but she was too prideful to admit that.
“Ho ho! The princess is back!” Her fifteen year
