“Seriously, Raven, I’m not joking around with you,” Dakota raises a hand to her forehead as it creases from impatience, “-you can’t be here. I mean it. If you don’t get your infuriating little butt over to school within the next thirty minutes, your brothers are going to go ballistic on me. I’m sorry, but I’m not covering for you again—I’ve taken enough berating’s off that pair to last me a lifetime. I can do without receiving another. You need to realise that you can’t just skip a day whenever you feel like it. You should know this by now. And anyway, if you hadn’t noticed, I’ve kind of got bigger issues to concern myself with at the moment. I haven’t got the time to babysit you on top of everything else,” Dakota stresses tactlessly while failing in her attempt to reason with the rebellio
