“Plenty of time. It will get done. Argggg… why do I do this to myself every stinkin’ time?” Scout mumbled to herself as she threw yet another shirt onto the floor. Clothes seemed to be everywhere, except in her suitcase. She was leaving for college before daylight tomorrow morning, and here she was at eight pm with nothing packed.
“Are you on the phone?” Scout’s mother, Grace, asked from the hallway.
“No, Mom. You know I’m not. I’m attempting to pack. Don’t lecture me. I know I should have started last week,” she replied with an exacerbated sigh. Her mother entered the room, and she did her best to control her chuckle, hiding it behind her hand. That lightened the mood, and Scout relaxed enough to let out a laugh, which in all honesty, was more of a snort.