❛ What do you need a fake I.D. for? ❜ {from eachburningday}
Ohhh shit. Rachel stood in the door of her room and stared at her mother who held her fake I.D. There was no way she was going to be able to talk her way out of this. So she went for a different tack.
“You went through my stuff?! That’s not fair. That’s an invasion of privacy!” She crosses her arms.















