"I'm calling mom and you're dropping out of college.." those words were like ice but right now I don't even care. I'm tired of being treated like trash. A ten years old.

"Ariel.." Alexa call my name as she walks into my room. Stopping right at my door frame she looks at Leslie's red face and smirk.

"I'm not a prophet but I'm sure someone almost got murdered." 

For some awkward reason Leslie fears Alexa. And they are both same age.

"Sup Leslie. You don't look good but don't worry we will talk about it once we're back. My boyfriend's waiting downstairs , got to hurry." She grab my hand...