Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles, and the sky is a mute gray. Everything sets the mood to be gloomy and depressed. Like a low budget noir movie made by an unprofessional production team.
Claudia sighs loudly.
"What is it now?" Her mother Miranda's irritated voice cuts through the air. She is busy reading her tablet and not looking up at her youngest daughter.
"Nothing." Claudia answers with no joy or anger. Just nothing.
Flat. Lifeless.
"Then stop sighing. That's your fiftieth in the last two minutes." Miranda scolds her.
Claudia rolls her eyes. "How can that be, Mother? Did you count them one by one?" She is very annoyed.
Miranda's head snaps toward Claudia. "What did you just say?"
Claudia doesn't flinch at her mother's angry tone. "I said, how would you even know I've sighed fifty times in two minutes. Did you count each one? Because if you did, that means you haven't been reading. Which is exactly what you look like you're doing."
