Vanessa's POV
"Urgh!!!" I screamed out in frustration.
Where did I keep it?
"Damn girl! Your room look like shit" Rebecca chuckled, sitting on my bed.
I turned to look at the mess I made. It wasn't much but a lot of irrelevant papers and old rusted stuff were laying on the ground.
"I'm looking for something. I can't find it" I groaned, arranging the drawer back
"What's that?" She asked
"My contact book. Its filled with important contacts" I could literary cry right now out of frustration but whenever I think of my age, I'll just comport myself.
"Have you checked everywhere?"
"Isn't it obvious enough?" I snapped
"Bitch, watch your tone. I wasn't the one who misplaced your damn note" She yelled at me
"Sorry" I sighed, feeling bad for transferring aggression
"You better be" She said, laying on the bed. "I didn't see you at the end of Matthew's birthday. That was 2 days ago yeah?"
"Yeah" I simply said