When Idris drove me home, he had intended to trail me inside and explain everything to my parents but I told him not to bother, and that I could take care of things by myself. "Sure?" He had asked with a wrinkled brow and I nodded.

I walked into our house and guess what? I was welcomed with glares by both my parents and Ya Qasim, they were very angry. "Where have you been?" My father asked squeezing his face.

"To..." I thought of saying to one of my friends' house but if I escaped that question I definitely would not escape why I didn't pick all their 56 missed...