Chapter 48

Brielle 6:52 PM "What. Is. Going. On." Sam walked into my room, her eyes wide. My once somewhat tidy space was now littered with clothes. I laid face down in the center, on top of a pile of them. Christopher was supposed to pick me up in thirty minutes for my date, and I still had nothing to wear. In a moment of desperation, I 9-1-1 texted Sam, causing her to claim the stomach flu to get out of her family's mandatory family dinner. That was the one thing that her mother never budged on,...