Riley sat down on one of Mrs Smith’s strange patterned scarlet cushions. The girl looked around. A violin case near the front door. A purple potted plant sat on the table seperating them. Suddenly Mrs Smith’s annoying voice boomed so loud it felt as if it was right in Riley’s ear.
“Thanks for stopping by to drop of these cookies Riley.”
Riley faked a smile and quickly looked out the window to see if Riley’s Father was coming to pick her up. Instead she saw him across the road watering his garden.
Riley couldn’t take it anymore.
“Can I go?”