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Isabelle: Sorry Kens. You’re just gonna have to face the music with your dad about failing Japanese.

Devin: Japanese? Really?

Kensie: Everyone else may judge me, but I refuse to be judged by someone who grew poison ivy in Aunt Blanche’s shed when you were teenagers, because they thought it was pot, and then still sold it to your friends.

Before uncle and niece could argue further, they all heard Blanche’s voice from the bottom floor.

Blanche: Hey guys, I’m home. Is Kens here? Her father is here to pick her up.

Kensie: Crap.

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