Runaway

Chapter three

The rain pelted against my window as I took a breath, held it and let out a long sigh. I was looking out my bedroom window without really looking at anything outside. I was watching the raindrops run down my window pretending every two raindrops were having a race.

My stomach growled and I wished I had saved some double chocolate chip cookies. But I didn't. I got up and trudged to the kitchen where my mom was just taking a pack of ground beef out of the freezer.

My mom is practically an older version of me, same long brown hair, same lightly tanned skin, and same hazel/brown eyes. I reached her height when I was fourteen, my brother also inherited my moms hair but he inherited ours dad's height and dark brown eyes. Although I'm glad he didn't get his red hair, that would've been too much of a reminder of our dad. I felt tears the threatening to come but I pushed them away and focused on my mom who was making diner.

"Hey mom" I sat by the counter.

"Hey baby, wanna take out a a bag of frozen corn for me?"

"Sure" I jumped off the the chair I was currently sitting on. I opened the freezer and grabbed the corn. I noticed frozen cookie dough in the corner and grabbed that as well. I handed my mom the corn and threw my frozen cookie dough in the microwave to thaw it out.

"So," my mom started "Are you okay?"

I sighed "yes mom, I'm completely fine."

First Shane then grandma, then Ally and now mom. Eff my life. I thought, silently teasing Ally even though she isn't even here.

"You sure? That sounded like a pretty bad tumble" She smirked.

What?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"That wasn't you?" She asked, before I could answer she continued. "Well, your brother better not be sneaking in at five am"

I felt my face turning a light pink in realization. I fell down the stairs this morning.

"No, that was me" I laughed.

"What was you?" Shane walked into the kitchen eating a bag of BBQ chips, his favourite.

"It was your sister who fell down the stairs this morning" mom shook her head laughing.

"Yeah, I heard that. I'm surprised the neighbours didn't call to ask if your okay" Shane laughed.

"Hey! I'm not that heavy!" I defended.

"Karl's, you live off of chocolate cookies. I'm pretty sure you're a few extra pounds heavier than you look" he poked my stomach.

I gasped dramatically and mom spanked my brother with a wooden spoon.

"Ow!" he yelped.

"Be nice!" she scowled and I laughed.

"Yes, I may live off of glorious cookies but lets not forget who eats at least three bags of BBQ chips everyday. At least I run every morning you chunky-monkey" I giggled poking my brothers stomach.

"Hey! quit picking on me" He lifted up his shirt to reveal his six pack "and besides I'm good" he smiled, the arrogance was just radiating off of him.

Mom and I laughed. The microwaved beeped signalling that my cookies were thawed out. I pulled them out and got to work on them.

Silence filled the kitchen and the only sound was the occasional crackle of my brother digging into his chip bag. It felt nice to joke around with my family, even though we weren't complete but surprisingly, I was okay with that. Honestly, I felt bad for my father, he missed out on so much and he would never get it back. Shane was going to collage in a year and hopefully I would be going in two years, if I save up enough money that is.