"I tried warning you!" Milo only chuckled louder when she let out a huff and crossed her arms. "I recommend you to not do that, unless you want to flash everyone and their mother."
Lina hung up the phone before her mother could make another comment. Reluctantly, she began to finalize packing her suitcase. She initially was thinking of going to her grandfather's, but now it'd be impossible.
"I wish I had half of your dedication Lina. Maybe then I wouldn't have to cry when I retake my classes during Summer," Isabelle yawned, turning over to see Lina had sat up.
Lina shot out of bed, her forehead moist, her hair clinging tightly to it. She woke up in a cold sweat, her initial thought chilling her blood. An immortal… Her eyes trembled, as she tried to think about the possibility of this happening.