We arrived at home and in getting inside, the house was a mess. Littered foods, pizza boxes and empty cans of drink decorated the sitting room. There were toys and barbie dolls on the chairs and the floors. I found that puzzling as the youngest in the house Jack doesn't own any dolls or plastic cars.
Cat and I looked at each other before looking back at the sight in front of us.
"It looks like a garbage truck puked in here." She said with a grimace. We both walked further into the house stepping over vegetables, half eaten pizza slices, and plastic toys.
"Is anyone home?." Cat shouted and we heard someone shout 'in the kitchen' from somewhere in the house. We took careful step 'til we got to the kitchen. And standing in there were more people than I remember seeing when I left the hous
