danielle williamson

Manifesting A Maniac

“Be right there,” Daphne huffed, in an annoyed tone. She placed her cellphone down onto her nightstand alongside her pillowtop, platform bed. Her mother had called her name twice, and she knew she better hurry to see why she was needed. It was the two of them after all since her father had recently left her mother for his assistant, six weeks ago. Her mother was overly stressed and taking most of her frustrations out on Daphne.