Thomas and Ivy practiced for over two hours and she was finally getting the hang of it, she could now shoot beside the bullseye. She smiled happily, she would soon be able to hit the bullseye all it would take would be more practice. Thomas was an excellent teacher and she followed the stance and aim that he had shown her.
Ring Ring…
Ivy heard her phone and put down the handgun, taking off the protective ear muffs she then walked to her bag and took out her phone. Seeing her fathers name on the screen gave her a headache, but she answered anyway as a dutiful daughter, "Hello."
"Ivy I am staying at your apartment for a while, I am outside now so come home," Victor announced hastily before he hung up.
Ivy stood looking at her phone in shock, what apartment was he standing outside of?
"What is it?" Asked Thomas.
Ivy turned to Thomas and she was scowling, "My father wants to stay with me and is outside my apartment apparently.
