“Would you shut up?!” Angelina cried.
“You’re the one that started it.” Bethany shot back.
“Girls! Quiet down!” Their mother scolded, peering through the door. The girls glared at her until she shut it again.
“I can’t believe you!”
“Me?! You’re blaming this on me?! It was your idea.” Their father burst through the door.
“IF YOU DON’T SHUT YOUR TRAPS YOU’LL BE BUNKING OUTSIDE WITH THE DOGS!” He barked furiously.
They shot each other accusing looks and continued their argument in hushed voices.
“How is it my fault?”
“I can’t believe you!” Bethany cried, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “You seriously don’t know?”
“No.”
“You’re the one that said hey, she wouldn’t mind if we went into her house and collected the money she owed us.” Bethany looked at Angelina expectantly- but she still didn’t get it.
“Yeah, its Tammi we’re talking about, she wouldn’t care if we just walked in her house.”
“She wouldn’t mind if we walked in, but the door was locked! We broke through her window and technically stole her money. That’s breaking and entering and thievery. We committed a federal offense!” Her voice had continually gotten louder and by the time she had finished, she was an inch away from Angelina’s face and she was practically screaming at the top of her lungs.
Once again their father barged through the door. “That’s it!” He grabbed Bethany by her hair, dragged her out of the house, and left her in the yard. Angelina smirked at her from the window. Easily set off, Bethany ran to the garden and chose a stone. She was the best pitcher in the state. Drawing her arm back, Bethany returned the smirk and let the stone loose. Angelina realized what was happening just as the stone broke through the window. “BETHANY!” She had forgotten about her father.
“Fudge” she muttered. Luckily, she also held three track records. She was at the end of the street before her father was even out the door.
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