Door Knob
The door knob slowly turned. She simply sat on her bed watching it, filled with dread, as she knew what was coming.
The door opened, in the doorway stood her arch enemy, or so it seemed these days.
“Hi”
“Hi Mom” she replied.
“Want to tell me what you’re doing when you skip school?” Mom asked as she came and sat on the edge of the bed.
That was pretty much the last question she really wanted to answer, but she knew her Mom would patiently sit by until she did answer.
“I’m going down to the stables.” She finally, quietly answered.
“I see.”
