“I can’t believe I was so stupid. If I hadn’t tried to glue the locks, I wouldn’t have gotten stuck to the door handle!” Rosie lamented. “...We had to tell the principal everything. I had to unstick the two girls first, then the bitch. Mom and dad were furious, but they got the call about dealing with whatever Ariba did. It must have been bad if it got her to the foster care complex.”It still isn’t something I needed to rush home to address. I don’t know what mom expects me to do about it. The. The supplies I had snatched had included a wide selection of those little flight bottles of booze. While tepid coconut milk was not the best mixer I had ever tasted, after numerous attempts I had come up with a palate-pleasing concoction. I smacked my lips and congratulated myself again on my latent, never before used, survival talents.I heard approaching voices and the three girls appeared. Standing by my fire the three faced me. Kimberly had crossed her arms and began a hot tirade involving. Charles had worked for his mom the entire week, including Thursday.Three more weeks had gone by and he still hadn't bumped into Ivy. By then it was already somewhere around Autumn, in the middle of September. The sun no longer went down by 10PM, but by 9PM or even before that time.A week came where his mom (Sara) got sick and Charles had to be the one to run the shop. He ran the shop all by himself while his mom stayed at home. It was like an adventure for Charles, having the responsibility of. I did not realize that her feather was taped to a tiny key torch which she discretely slipped back into her clutch bag.I simply glared at her.One day, Cathy’s closest friend was invited over to spend the weekend. My parents were delighted and I was politely requested not to disturb the girls but to use the time studying.I agreed, trying hard not to smile. Little did my parents realise that I was not the guilty party.I busied myself with my studies. Cathy and Jacky went to the movies, swam,.