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Chapter Eleven: Different

Three of the walls were a pale blue while the last was a giant chalkboard. Against the chalkboard wall was a small black bed with blue sheets to match the walls. The desk, dresser and toy-box all had a thick layer of black paint, pairing it with the chalkboard. I walked to the far wall, running my hands across the chilled sheets. The chalkboard wall was covered in bubbly words printed in colorful chalk. Things like "We'll miss you Allie." and "See you soon darling." Were written toward the bottom. I sat down on the bed and ran my fingers through the sheets.

             "Remember anything?" Mark asked sitting down beside me.

            "No. Should I?"

            "I guess not. But I hoped you would." He replied lying down to stare at the ceiling.

            "Why?" I asked, glancing around the room. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

            "Cause' you lived here for the first seven of your life with our families, and I hoped this room would help you remember."

            "Maybe I'll remember something later." I said standing up. (Because he was sitting just a little too close for my comfort.) I walked over to the door and turned to leave. "By the way, like the mustache." I said pointing to the spaghetti sauce on his lip.

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            I sat down at the table and had Amy sit in the chair next to me. I wrapped her wrist with cloth from the first aid kit. Mark walked in just as I was finishing.

            "Where am I sleeping?" Amy asked, turning her chair so I could reach her hair. Mark ran his fingers through his wet hair. His hair was darker, now that it was clean.

            "I'm thinking you could sleep in Allie's room and she can sleep in your parent's old room." He said, walking over to the pantry and grabbing a bag of popcorn. He threw it in the microwave and sat down at the table. I ran my fingers through Amy's wet hair, and started the French braid.

            "Why do you braid her hair?" He asked, leaning over the table to see my fingers.

            "It's like our ritual! She braids my hair every night before I go to bed. Plus, there's no other way to get waves like these!" Amy answered for me, using her good wrist to fluff the hair I wasn't using.

             "I see." Mark said standing up to get the popcorn from the microwave. He poured it into a bowl and plopped down onto the couch.

            "Join me?" He said flipping on the TV.

            "I'm gonna go shower. Start without me." I said standing up and walking down the hall.

            Inside the bathroom there was a Jacuzzi bath in the corner, and a large countertop next to the biggest shower I've ever seen. There was a pile of cloths sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, consisting of a pair of pajama shorts, a T-shirt and underwear. I grabbed a towel off a hook and got in the shower.