Clara had come home half drunk. If not for the disgusting smell she had, Clara would have deceived everyone into thinking she was just dizzy.

'You better start talking, young lady. Was Mega with you? And Belle? How could they let you drink?" Mr. Larabee shouted.

Mrs. Larabee just stayed mute, while ravaging Clara's bag looking for what no one knew. 'I'm telling you, Dad, I didn't know it was alcohol. The girls didn't know also" Clara mumbled again, looking like a ...