Skye's POV
The carnival was okay. It was nice to get out of his house, but, to be honest, people on costumes terrify me.
We were on our way back, when my phone buzzes.
Get to the house immediately
Shoot. Dad.
"Something wrong?" Shane asks. I look up to see him staring at me. "Uh, no. I-I just need t-to leave o-once I am a-able to g-get my s-stuff f-from your h-house," I say. He looks skeptical and reads the text. "Why don't we drop you off at your house and I can bring over your stuff at school Monday. The faster you get there, the better, right?" Shane asks. I nod my head.
"Hey Dad," Shane says, leaning forward to give him instructions to my house, I gave him previous.
"T-thank you," I say quietly, while getting out of the car once we arrived. "No problem. Good luck."
That's exactly what I need, luck.
A/N
I won't be able to update much. I'm only allowed an hour a day on the device I'm writing on. So if I update it should be between 7 and 8.
-stay sparkly ✨✨✨ (official catchphrase)
Updated July 8th
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