nicolechar

"Arthur! I'm going out!" Grace said as she grabbed her cell phone and keys off of the counter. She walked out of the kitchen. "Where are you going Grace?" her brothers, crisp British accent called from the living room. Grace stopped in the archway to the living room. She sighed. She was 19 now, her brother could at least stop being so protective. "I'm hanging out with Jess today. I'll be back late." she replied. Her Irish accent rang out differently than his. Arthur frowned. "Alright, don't get in trouble. Mum would have a fit." he said. Grace rolled her eyes and walked out of their house. She got in her car and drove off. She sighed. She ra