Avalon's POV:
Monday
I spent the weekend in my room, only leaving for food. I haven't spoken to my father in two days.
He left early for work today, and I dread the dinner at his firm in two weeks.
Our first game is Wednesday, so we have extra practice this evening from 3:15 pm to 6:00 pm.
"Are you ready to go?" Avery asked, dressed in jeans and a V-neck top, her hair in a ponytail.
I nodded.
Mom leaves for work tomorrow, and although she'll still be in the country, we won't see her until the dinner party. It will just be me, Avery, and Dad again.
Avery's punishment ends on Wednesday, but mine continues until Saturday morning—so unfair.
Jesse picked me up for school, and I'm still angry at him.
"I'm sorry, Ava. I brought you something," he said, handing me a bag.
"What is it?"
