“She’s the poster child for useless. Are you doing your sister a favor? I thought Dylan finally ditched her all those years ago.” “Are we done here?” I folded my arms over my chest. Allison shook her head. “She’s a weirdo.” “Yeah?” My hand grabbed the doorknob. “Well, normal people are boring, and ordinary and average are fucking synonyms. Who wants to be that?” “Wait, Ambie, come back here! We’re not done talking.” She started chasing after me. My answer came in the form of the door being slammed in her face.
