Moms art class
It was a Tuesday morning in the middle of my summer holidays just after my first year in high school. I had just woken up and could hear my mom down stairs, looking at my clock I guessed she’d be getting ready to go out, every Tuesday and Thursday she went to an art class, and lucky for me my bitch sister had decided to go too. That meant peace in the house and I wouldn’t have to listen to Julie going on all morning, she is only a year older than me but goes on all the time as if I was a...