#Chapter269

The fanatic is back at it again

We pulled up to a house none of us knew. As we got out of the vehicles, we walked over to Dad and the others.

“Phones. Now,” Dad demanded.

We all produced our phones except Scarlett, who held her phone to her chest, “Not Lulu.”

“Who is Lulu?” I asked her.

“My phone,” she rolled her eyes, and we all stared at her. “Hey, guys name their cars, well, I named my phone. We went through so much.” She was caressing her phone, giving it hugs and kisses. Dad walked over and took her phone out of her hand.

“Hey,” she yelled,...