"What the hell are you doing with my phone" yells the raging voice of Lyla as she rushes towards the door, she seats in the car reqcy to ounce at me with words,
"Wait, bush I know what you mean but we need to move now"
"First your ssneaky ass went behind my back making phone calls and all and next you tell me toove I've been to nice with you"
"Agnes told us to run far and quick they onto nus I think someone might have said something"
"Agnes told you that?"Lyla asks one more time making me pissed .y life in on the line and rather than her hitting the accelerator she's still glued to a spot asking me the same questions over and over,