Harley practically stomped her little feet away from her family. When she and her mom and brother had had to pack up all their shit in one night and get the hell out of dodge, she’d thought her mom had had it. She was saying she had had it. Throwing clothes into a suitcase and cursing that no good son of a whore she’d married.
But less than a month after her father found himself in a sticky spot and his family had to move halfway across the damn country to avoid sleeping with the fishes - he had rocked up to their doorstep with tickets for this stupid circus and it was like the sun was shining out of his ass.
Barry was currently clapping like a seal as daddy shot ducks for him to win him a god damn teddy bear. But Harleen did not feel like playing nuclear family, so she’d stalked off, and was currently throwing herself down onto a hay bale. “This sucks so much ass.” She muttered angrily to herself crossing her arms across her chest.