“YES!", I yelled.
"Glad to be home.", I announced walking into the house.
"Oh be quiet Mathew", my mother had enough of my complaining. I wouldn't blame her though because I have been complaing since we left the house. It wasn't my fault somebody made me get up early in the morning, get ready and go shopping all day.
That wasn't my plan of enjoying my Saturday.
But why was I complaining?
Easy, let me tell you.
1. My feet hurted.
2. All I did was hold her clothes while she threw them in my hands.
3. It was boring.
4. My feet hurted a lot!
5. It was hella boring.
6. It wasn't my bed.
"Yes ma'am", I said in the nicest way that I could.
I guess it wasn't nice enough because she gave me the 'don't play with me boy' look. Shrugging my shoulders, I went to my room. Well that's what I was planning to do till I heard Mathiel's -my brother- voice.
He was talking to somebody, but whom? Looking at the time, 11:00, meaning he didn't have any friends over. I also know that I'm his only brother, and he don't have any sisters.
Approaching his door, I opened it enough to see him. He was sitting on the bed looking at the closet that was blocked by the door.
Stupid door.
He didn't say anything for a moment.
"When are you going to tell your family? I’m waiting. It has been a year Mathiel.", I'm guessing that the person we was talking to said that because his voice was out of this world.
"Tonight, I promise", he replied. I could hear the fright in his voice and it kind of worried me. No wait, kind of? It did.
"Well you have one hour, now hurry before we come without your permission.", his voice was slightly intimating.
"Yes sir", was all Mathiel said back.
I opened the door, just wanting to see who he was talking to. He looked at me with a unshed tear in his eye.
Looking at the closet, I found nothing.
"Who were you talking to?"
