KEEPING IT

Later when Daisy managed to escape from the clasp of Amanda's parents and ran upstairs, she didn't see her in the room where she placed her bag, so she went in search of her in her room which was the second one after her room. She knocked and pushed open. Amanda was sitting there, her head bent on her phone typing furiously. She looked up when Daisy entered, and looked down at once. Daisy sensed the tense air, and knew something was off. "What's up?" She went closer and plopped down in front of her friend on the bed. "What's going on, Mandy?" "I should actually be asking you that, Dee. You just showed up without telling me and now you are asking me what's going on?" Her voice sounded bitter "Whoa! Calm down, girl. I didn't know I needed permission to come here, okay? I only came because I know I fucked up back home. I shouldn't have channeled my anger at you when I was the one who fucked up." "Obviously," Amanda rolled her eyes downward