There was a knock on my door just before it opened and revealed my mother's petite figure in the doorway, "'Lisha, I have some news for you."
"What is it?" I asked as I took my headphones out.
"Daryl and Karen Clifford have gone back to Australia for the next three months and have asked if we could take in their son for them whilst they're away," she said, "I suppose they're trying to get away from the trouble he causes all the time," she sighed, "So he's going to be living here."
"What!?" I gasped, wide eyed, "Mum, you how awful and rude he is! He's the complete polar opposite to me! We won't get along and he'll ruin my whole life!"
"Oh, stop it, Alisha, you're being so over-dramatic!" she snapped at me.
I may not know him on a best friend scale, but I've sure heard enough and seen enough to form the opinion that I have about him.
I cannot be under one roof with some random couple's punk, troublesome son for three entire months.
This household better be ready for World War 3.
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