Somehow, Tiara found a way to move her 'mani-pedi' to today. It's pouring when I get out of school, and just my luck, I forgot to bring my jacket. "Toodles!" Tiara waved at her imagernary adoring fans, and entered her Porsche, Miranda and Frankie in tow. I curse her in my head. Thanks a lot , Tiara. Now I have to spend my afternoon's arranging books that have probably been there for a thousand years! I placed my binder over my head, holding it steady with one hand and my bookbag with the other. Rain, come and get me. \(=•.•=)/ (that's war paint ) It got me. Hard. I was dripping wet when I entered the house. The TV was blasted at full speed; the Samuels were home. I carefully tip-toed across the floor, careful not to be noticed. I peeked at the doorframe and I saw Mrs. Samuels watching a the news that had headlines blaring Serial Killer Escaped! I made my way over to the stairs. I thought I did a pretty good job of being quiet until I heard Mrs. Samuels call my name. ****. "Y-Yes?" I slowly turned around, lowering my head. I heard the volume lower until it was just a woman mouthing the words. "Natasha. I recieved a call from Mr. Tesseré." Mrs. Samuels pursed her lips disapprovingly. "A-hah. Uh, Mrs. Samuels, if you just let me explain-" "You are dripping sewer water all over my rug, I don't think there is time for any explaination!" Mrs. Samuels snapped. She took a long deep breath, "Natasha...please understand that we have rules concerning our family and we certainely do not tolerate any troublemakers! Is that understood?" I hung my head, ashamed, "Yes." I murmured. Mrs. Samuels let a sigh escape, "Good. Now go upstairs and get that horid stench off you!" Okay, it's short. Sorry. Teehee. Update soon!