Marissa pulled into the trailer park, her rims still spinning long after the car was parked. Marissa opened the door, and flinched as it creaked open, hoping her mom wasn’t home. She stepped into the small, cramped kitchen. Marissa placed her cell phone on the keuken-, keuken counter just as something moved behind her.
“Marissa?” a female voice called from the even smaller and meer cramped living room.
Marissa turned around, dreading the inevitable
“Skipping school?” Caitlin grinned
“Caitlin? What are u doing home pagina from boarding school?”
“I decided to toon up early, wouldn’t want to miss...
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