Samantha's POV
"Where the hell was my strawberry ice cream?" I muttered as I open the freezer in the kitchen.
After flipping the goddamn refrigerator trying to find my sweets, I slammed the door closed, a little pissed that I was not able to locate it.
"I'm sure I still have two tubes left..." with a heavy heart, I looked around the kitchen trying to see if there are still apples left on the counter.
She forgot to do the shopping the other day so they're missing some groceries. My tears started to flow down my cheeks when my eyes landed on the garbage bin that's almost full on the side.
"My ice cream..." the mere sight of the tubes of ice cream in the garbage bin near the sink broke my heart.
"You little brat. Whoever you are. I will not talk to you because you ate my ice cream." I
