"AUNT EM, I'M GETTING CHANGED. Can you give me a second?" Mentally, she patted herself on the back for what making up a lie to cover up what was going on in her room. She was getting so much better at this...lying stuff. It seemed that's the only thing she was good at the moment, lying to her family, lying to the people she loved. Her life seemed like a lie.
She groaned. ""Hurry up. I'd like to talk to do about something."
That 'something' must have been important if she was so hung up on talking to her now and not later. After their last conversation, Alison would have thought she would give her a little bit of space to just process things but no, she is behind her bedroom door playing with the handle trying to pry it open.
