"What are you doing?"
Lola whirled around startled, her pulse racing only to let out a relieved sigh when she realized that it was no other person than Marci, her sister. The younger siblings stood at the entrance, still holding onto the doorknob and staring at her in both confusion and suspicion.
With a deep breath, Lola stomped over, pulling her into the room, and peered outside, scanning if anyone had followed her before shutting the door and leaning on it with a sigh until she recalled she had company.
"What are you doing here, Marci?" She asked, heading over to her bed where her bag lay open with her things scattered across the sheet, "Also didn't I tell you never to come into my room without knocking," She gave her an admonishing look.
But the young girl ignored her, roving eyes pinpointing her traveling bag, "Where are you going?" She asked her.
