Alyanna walked into the living room, sitting and plopping on the couch with a phone in hand and a frown on her face. Her forehead was certainly creased because of how she was left seen by her friends. They were still online, but weird enough, they just read her last message and never replied even when she called their names and almost spammed with her message alone. Even the group chat was unanswered. It was pissing!
“What’s wrong with these ducklings? How dare they leave my message on read?”
“I talked to them, Alyanna.” Alyanna looked up from her phone upon hearing her mother’s voice. She just came from the garden, wearing her yoga outfit, something that added to her efforts and ritual to look like she wasn't aging. Maybe their beauty came from her, though their father was also handsom
