It was a Prank

“What happened?” I could trace the horrified look on my mother’s face. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she constantly repeated the question. It was a prank. How could I have imaginedit would take such a ghastly turn?

I climbed up the stairs to my room; I shared it with my sister Nikita, which was pretty annoying since she I felt ambushed by her cheesy talks with her boyfriend. However, I was extremely glad today because I had been proposed by a guy who had been my crush for the past cou...