Catching Up [on hold]

Ignorance

The next day, the sky was gloomy. I can't guess the weather these days. Yesterday it was hot, today it's dark, like sooo dark. It was so cold, I had to wear my thick, black jacket. It was just too cold for summer. I couldn't possibly use a bicycle to go to school. "Mom, can you drop us off to school today?", Aran asked. "Sure. The weather's bad," she said. So after morning prayers, the three of us got to her car and dad got into his car, and we all started of. It started to rain like crazy; it was hard even to drive. I looked out the foggy window. "So how's school?", Mom asked for the first time since we got to school. She was busy, but it's not like she doesn't care. She usually says that if we have more money, she might have just a part-time job to take care of us. "Cool," Aran and Andrew both said at the same time. I rolled my eyes. "Good then. What about you Ayle?", she asked. "Not cool,"I said flatly. "Really? Why?", she looked at me from the rear mirror. "Bitchy stuff," I blurted, quite shocked at what I really said. "Just be careful Ayle. Any bad stuff going on, feel free to tell me and your dad. Okay?", she took a glance at me. "Okay," I said. Aran, who was on my right ran his arm over my shoulder, "Cheer up," he smiled warmly. I smiled. Andrew stuck his thumbs up at me. This is the best thing about my brothers: they don't bully me. They cheer me up, and I guess these kind of siblings you don't usually find anywhere else. You may think they don't care about you, but they actually do, they show it at crucial times. That's how you know they actually love you, they don't leave you.

During the break, I ignored Abby, like totally ignored her. During lessons, I would catch her eyes stealing looks at me, which I dislike the most. Kelly was nice to me, but she was also nice to Abby, which didn't make me comfortable (I know that seems evil, but what can you expect at times like these?). So cutting to the chase, today's school hours were total ignorance for Abby. And again, teachers kept saying "Perfect!" to Abby.

It all was, until home time. I found her playing again with the three musketeers, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I walked past and settled down next to the basketball players reading a book, and we greeted each other ( I guess I actually felt trying to make Abby jealous, which is a sin. After that I asked God for forgiveness. It was a fatale thing). The three musketeers ignored me too.

I was happy I wasn't made into an awkward situation. But Abby, that ambitious Abby, suddenly stood next to me, covering me with her shadow. "You know Ashleigh, you're being mean," she said with a frowning face, looking all innocent. "Sorry, Abby, what did you say? It's loud here," I took out my phone.
"I said-"
"Hello? Yeah. I know. Okay. No, he's in dancing club again. He's doing a group project. Okay. Love you," I said pretending to pick up my phone. While putting my earphones on, "Bye," I said walking away rapidly.
"Hey!", I heard Abby's voice from afar. I ignored her. She's just so irritating.

While walking to the garden, I bumped in to Matt. I didn't notice he walked out of the group before. He seemed to be on the way back. Funny thing, he didn't call me like he used to. I was about to call him when he walked in front of me, but he just walked like I was inexistent. I was quite mad inside, but I played cool and ignored him as hard as I can. Why does Abby have to do all this friend-taking, huh?

Finally I got home. It wasn't raining but the sky was gloomy. I got home just in time because when I closed the door, it started to drizzle. To my surprise, Andrew was home already. "Home quite early," I commented. But most peculiarly, he didn't answer. I looked at him. He was reading the school newsletter. So I didn't really mind.

Later in the evening, I went down when Aran came home. I had to cook my mac and cheese because my family was in the mood for that. Mom and Dad were coming home earlier, and I cook the best mac and cheese, so I was appointed to prepare dinner. "Hey Drew, can you help me dress the table please?", I asked Andrew, who was now reading a book. He was quiet. I went in front of his face, "He-lloo?" He turned away. "Hey, tell me what's your problem. We gotta work here," I sounded annoyed. He still stayed as quiet as a feather. "Oh goodness, what is wrong with you!", I turned to Aran who surprisingly already finished his shower and was drying his hair. "Hey can you help me dress the table please?", I walked to him. He didn't say anything and just stepped to the table and started dressing it. "Thanks bro!", I went to the stove. He remained quiet too.

The mac and cheese was boiling. It smelled so good, I dipped my finger to the cheese and licked it. "Wonderful!", I smiled. I turned to Aran who was sitting on the floor next to the dining table reading a book. "What do you think?", I offered him my cooking spoon with mac and cheese. He stayed shut up. He didn't even take glance at the spoon. "He-llo?", I was so frustrated with all this ignorance. Usually, the boys loved it if I give them a spoon of mac and cheese. I walked to Andrew, "Wanna try?", I offered him the same spoon. He kept quiet just like Aran did. "Oh goodness. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!", I was mad. "What is wrong with you Ayle?", Mom suddenly came in the house, locked the door, and took off her shoes. I looked at Mom. "Hi mom," I said flatly and went back to the stove pouring the yummy mac and cheese to five plates Aran prepared and added two cheese sticks each.

"Mo-o-o-mm! Dinner's ready!", I called. Mom came down in her stylish flowery satin slip with her hair tied in a ponytail, "How many times do I have to tell you, no shouting in the house, Ayle?"
"Sorry Mom."
"Boys, dinner time," she said settling down at the table. They didn't budge. "Boys put down whatever you're reading this instant," Mom said in a stern voice. The boys walked to the dining table and sat down.

The doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I said walking to the door. "Hi Dad," I said when the door opened. He took off his shoes and walked to the dining table, "Hi everybody," he smiled. I locked the door and settled down to. "Andrew, you lead the prayer," he said. I could tell from Andrew's voice when he was praying that something was up. It was sort of annoying, because seriously, when anybody gets mad without cause and just sulks around, it's like the epitome of irritation. Anyways, dinner went on quietly, until I couldn't hold it anymore. "Why is this house so quiet? It's like everyone turned out soulless!", I put down my fork and spoon. "Ashleigh no screaming on the table," Dad said. "Anyways, you shouldn't speak when you eat, so this is a polite family and you should be grateful for that," Mom said while chewing on the cheese stick. Yeah right. "But I have to admit, you guys are acting quite peculiarly, what's up?", Mom asked coolly. My Mom is cool. "It's not "quite", it's "very"," I corrected. Mom ignored me and looked at the boys.