Class of 96' [scream 1]

Chapter 3: Hello Sidney

My mom circled around my younger sisters room, placing a large comforter she had stolen from my room on the extra bed.

I watched as I munched on my, Dewey's, bag of gummy bears, unsure as to why she was in such a rush to make up the twin bed.

"Maeve, Darling, come help me put on the sheet." She glanced up at me with raised eyebrows, not even waiting for an answer as she quite literally chucked it at me, the white thin sheet getting stuck on my head.

"Jesus mama-" With one look my mouth was shut and I was moving over to one of the two beds. "Sorry but what's wrong? You're being mean."

"I'm not being mean. It's just.. I'm just stressed out. I feel bad for Sidney, I can't believe Billy would do that. He was always such a polite boy." She rambled as I followed her movements tucking the sheet, on the left side, under the thin bed. My hands freezing as I heard the last words, confusing filling me.

"What do you mean? What did Billy do? Is Sidney okay?" Sure I may not be close with her but I see Tatum in her, which possesses me to be protective over her. Plus it's not like she had any siblings of her own to look out for her, and with the lack of mother figure she often come to me for relationship advice. She was always shy, as if she thought I was going to tell everyone what she said, and it made me wonder. Did she?

"Yes, honey. She's okay, Billy attacked her tonight. Tatum said she was just shaken up, her dads out of town so she's staying over until her dad gets home." She spoke as she moved around me to finish my side of the bed. She then began laying the comforter down on the bed, her hands patting it down to soothe down the wrinkles.

"Why would he do that? I just saw them today and they were fine." I said in pure confusion at the weirdness of the situation.

"Why do boys do anything, hunny?" My mother spoke the truth with raised eyebrows which earned her a thoughtful shrug from me.

She was right. Why did boys do half the things they did? It always made me wonder what was going through their heads, but I quickly dismissed those thoughts. I really, really, didn't want to to know as I knew I could never really be prepared for the answers I would receive.

"I'm going to start dinner before they get home, do you want to help? Or bake something, I know that it helps you, sweetheart." My mother spoke interrupting my weird thoughts, the suggestion peaking my interest and off we were; into the kitchen.

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The door opening followed by voices stole my attention away from the cake I was pulling out of the oven. Three familiar faces came into view, Dewey all but running to help our mama take the large bowl out of the oven. My mama kissing his cheek in thanks before she was grabbing a large spoon, spinning around, plopping it on the counter and making her way to bring Sidney into a tight embrace.

Sidney tried to pretend she was fine but my mama could see through it, as could I, talking to her to show she was there for her and that she cared and in that moment I knew that, that was what she needed.

By the time they had broken apart Dewey had already placed the lasagna on a dish towel in the centre of the table, Tatum sitting down with one hand on the table and the other trying to sneak it's way into the dish. I was quick to smack her hand away muttering "if I can't have it, neither can you." Which earned me an eye roll as she mocked me, her mouth open wider than necessary, which then earned her an eye roll from both me and Dewey.

My mama ushered Sidney in the seat between Tatum and I, her arm knocking against mine as she sat, her eyes fixed on her hands that she quickly moved to rest them on top of the table.