[Bianca]
“What the hell is this?” I didn’t bother to respond to my aunt as she returned from her visit with Milly. “I left here…a few hours ago and…what the hell, Bianca?” she demanded as she came and stood directly in front of the TV.
“Hey!” I exclaimed. “I’m watching that,”
“I don’t care. What…Bianca, what’s going on?” she asked again, this time her voice was softer and calmer, but that didn’t mean I was going to answer her. I lazily looked around and I cringed. There was junk food everywhere. A half-eaten pizza sat on the coffee table. An open packet of crisps lay on the floor and on the couch. Numerous tins of empty fizzy cold drinks lay around, as well as empty sweetie and chocolate wrappers. I was currently working on a box of strawberry cookies. I wasn’t sure what to say or how t
