*Crash!*
"I TOLD YOU THREE TIMES ALREADY, I'M NOT DRINKING THAT!"
Cynthia could neither believe her eyes nor her ears as she watched the milk dripping on the wall where John had just thrown the glass at.
She glared at him, "John Evans, I have told you many times now, such manners are not acceptable under this roof,"
He glared back, "The name is Robinson! And keep the roof to yourself! Just let go of me!"
"NEVER!" She screeched and panted, then her big green eyes became two pools of tears.
"Here we go again…" John grumbled then clicked his tongue then stabbed his morning omelet with his fork and grabbed an enormous bite then stuffed his face with it.
It has been a whole week since the long-awaited reunion took place in the Evans mansion, which meant that it has been a week since John has been acting out.
