2-Regrets-Amy
'I didn't mind before as much as I do now. I get this feeling that Great Aunt Beatrice is trying to win us over and make us trust her so that we give her the money to keep safe. Well, as long as I live, she will never be trusted by me.' Those thoughts kept going round and round in my head. I really wondered if we had made the wrong decision. "Amy? Are you in there? I wanna ask you something." Dan said outside the door. "Come in. What's wrong? I asked as I saw the confused expression on Dan's face. "It's Great Aunt Beatrice. She's being all nice and jolly. And I think you know what I'm thinking." Dan said "I know pretty well what your thinking. She's trying to steal our money by making us trust her." I said.
"No! Well, yeah, kinda." Dan replied.
"Why do you always try to deny it?" I snapped. "What do you mean?" Dan asked innocently. "You know what I mean!" I shouted, loosing my temper. "I don't!" Dan shot back.
"Yes you-" Amy started. "Amy, Dan, I need you here for just a minute!" shouted Great Aunt Beatrice from downstairs. I sighed. "Coming!" I shouted to Beatrice. Dan slowly dragged behind.