"Someone has seriously sabotaged my warmth by hiding or k********g my flask." I angrily accuse everyone in the house.
"No one has kidnapped your tea flask. Stop making baseless accusations. You must have kept it somewhere and forgotten." Mum says while looking through her laptop on the kitchen counter, sipping her tea.
"Whatever." I huff and close the cabinets I've scattered. In my defence, I can't live without tea, so not finding my bottle makes me nervous.
"I don't understand why you take these novels to school." Mum beams at the books on the worktop.
"We sometimes have a free period," I tell her as I gulp down the remaining tea in my mug.
"So you prefer reading fiction instead of the recommended school material." She asks, looking confused.
"It's helpful for my literature class, M
