AVA
"So you guys are fighting again?" Sawyer probes, plopping on her small bed in one of Auntie Catherine's handmade pyjamas.
It was past midnight in London, and we had been on this lengthy video call since three in the afternoon, here, which is over an hour ago, mostly discussing the outline of my pride and prejudice summer essay I had sent to her this morning.
I was lounging on the kitchen six-seater table, forcing myself to swallow the green bean casserole mom had served me, and Lilith, who's equally seated opposite me, with one Airpods drilled into her ears, and her phone buzzing every two-three seconds.
"She is evil. She possessed my mom, and now I am seeing her true colour." I broadcasted with every intention of Lilith listening to my direct affronts.
"Ava, you are always seei
