Publisher's Synopsis
"Aria"James shoured up the airs.
After who knows how long of procrastinating with my phone, I finally dragged myself out of bed and over to my door.
"What?" I shouted back.
"Let's go!" He demanded.
"I'll be down in a minute!" I replied.
"Keep in mind, I will leave without you!" He reminded, I scoffed.
"Yeah, no kidding!" I rolled my eyes, remembering last week when he did just that.
I took one final look in the full length mirror. Hair straightened, makeup not smudged, black jeans complimenting the navy blue tank top and cream colored cardigan matched with them. I slipped on my black "hobo shoes" as dad calls them, he thinks any none-sandal without laces isn't worthy of any title other than "hobo shoes." I grabbed my bag off my chair and skipped down the stairs, swinging into moms office.
"Leaving" I said as I walked in.
