TEEN RENT
Kevin, a friend of mine who lives at home, is not the neatest person in the world. One day his mother was lecturing him. “Look at your room!’ she yelled. “It’s a disaster! The bed isn’t made, there’s a stack of papers over there, and a pile of clothes over here. I should be charging you three hundred dollars a month.” “What?” Kevin replied. “For this pigsty?”By Charlotte Barkett, Winter Haven, Florida
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