I walked into the house, my boots clicking against the floor. My name is Susan, and I’m twenty-one. I’ve never been the type to wait around for things I want. I have a personal life slogan:
“If I see it, I test it. If I like it, I keep it.”
That’s just who I am. My friends call me wild, but I just call it being honest.
“Susan!” my father called from the kitchen. “You’re just in time. Marcus is coming here,” he said.
“Really?” I asked, beaming with a smile.
Marcus was my dad's best friend, though. I had not seen him in… two or three years?
“He is coming over for a week-long stay,” my father added. “You know what that means. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”
I rolled my eyes. I was about to make a snarky comment when the doorbell rang.
I followed my father to the front door.
