“Huh...not to be a Debby downer but could you hurry up Til?”, spoke a calm, cold, and monotone voice.
The voice belong to a ten-year-old girl with a neat bob cut auburn hair sporting a light red dress. Freckles sprinkled across her face and Persian blue eyes that seemed to bore into whatever they were looking at.
Charlotte Ray, better known as Lotte, the second youngest Ray turned the page of the book she was reading.
“Lot, I’m just trying to remember! Honest! See, mom made us take those French classes right?” , hissed Matilda, who currently was standing on the kitchen counter going through the top cabinets. A few things clattered to the ground.
There were all sorts of spices and bottles hastily scattered on the counters and she continued
The voice belong to a ten-year-old girl with a neat bob cut auburn hair sporting a light red dress. Freckles sprinkled across her face and Persian blue eyes that seemed to bore into whatever they were looking at.
Charlotte Ray, better known as Lotte, the second youngest Ray turned the page of the book she was reading.
“Lot, I’m just trying to remember! Honest! See, mom made us take those French classes right?” , hissed Matilda, who currently was standing on the kitchen counter going through the top cabinets. A few things clattered to the ground.
There were all sorts of spices and bottles hastily scattered on the counters and she continued