Jennifer looked over her two children with disappointment.
Quinton was standing off to the side with an annoyed look. He was wearing some dark colored jeans and a white t-shirt as well as some sneakers.
Clarissa on the other hand was wearing a black skirt with a studded belt. She was also wearing some leggings underneath and had her favorite combat boots on as well as a black shirt she usually wore on her lazy days. She looked to be very disinterested in whatever her mom had to say, which didn't do her any favors.
"Alright I have had it with the two of you, both of you usually get along the best out of all of you." Jennifer shook her head disappointed.
"Yeah well even she can get on my nerves." Quinton said annoyed.
"I don't want to hear about it. Both of you need to start to get along and I have just thought of a great way to do so." Jennifer grinned.
"What do you mean by that?" Clarissa said worried.
"It means, since I want you to get better at communicating with each other, Clarissa, Quinton, for an undetermined amount of time, will trade ..... with each other.
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