BACK FROM COLLEGE
"Get your feet off the table" My mother insisted, kicking my legs as she walked passed me, carrying a laundry basket on her hip. "I'm reading! Chill!" I retorted."Well hurry up. You need to go move your stuff out of your brother's room before he gets back tonight.""STEP brother. I'll get it done. He'll be here all summer. It's not like he's going to freak if some of my clothes are in the dresser." I grumbled"Just do it. He needs a place to put his stuff while he's here, and that room is his,...