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48. Redhead
“I want to go trick or treating!” yelled Zia Scott while standing on the couch with her hands on her hips.
Gray took medicine for headache and brought the mug of water with her to the living room. “Stop being so noisy so early in the morning.” She dropped on the chair.
“I want to go trick or treating!” Zia repeated and raised her right hand. “I want to go trick or treating.”
“Shut up,” groaned Gray with her hand on her forehead. “Do whatever you want.”
“And you’re coming with m---”
“No,” Gray curtly said.
Zia looked at her with pouting lips. “You’re coming with---”
“No.”
“You are!”<
LeemaDid you like to go trick-or-treating as a kid? I never experienced that because I never had anyone to come with me, but I always wanted to. I was actually more excited of the costumes rather than the candies.
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