Braydaen is a jock and a joke. Studying hours just to fail. Outside of studying is nnk literal job - playing sports.
E is a troublemaker. He's done every crime he can do -- except for murder.
The two are the co-captains of the football team. They ca...
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I turn off the TV and run to the dining room. I walk over to the lights button and lower the intensity, touch the blinds button.
The blinds lift up, the fence protecting the woods comes into view. The moon is shining only in the woods tonight.
Everything is fine, now to wash your hands.
I walk out of the dining room, and a hallway welcomes me, I keep walking and enter the guest bathroom.
I turn on the sink and water touch my hand; I squeeze the soap bottle and throw my hand under the sink and start washing.
I turn the faucet off, and exit out of the bathroom, closing the door with my left hand. I speed-walk to the dining room.
Dad walks into the room, and stops, "why are there only three chairs?"
"Yeah, it's just going to be the three of us, right?" I force myself to look at him.
"No, and where is Macarena's seat?"
"Macarena? Why is she here?"
Didn't she go back to her mom?
"Why is she here? Haven't you informed nnea about Macarena's adoption, dear?" Mom comes into the room.
"I have," mom says.
"I'll get the chair," I apologize before walking to the closet, and taking out a chair, the chair Macarena had sat on last when she was here.
I put it beside dad's chair. "Plate, plate," I repeat before walking out the room, and into the kitchen. I take a plate out of a cabinet and walk back to the dining room.
"Got it," I say, putting it down on the table.
"Where's Macarena?" I turn around. Dad is gone.
"Didn't you get my email about Macarena?" I shake my head, "I haven't touched my computer for a while, I just got here a few days ago."
"You couldn't inform me about that by phone then?"
"The phone isn't working, and I was sure Mr. K informed you,", "he did, but still and why didn't you touch your computer?"
"No connection, you said that there would be no connection till you-."
"I said that the WI-FI is on my desktop."
"I misheard you, sorry," I apologize.
"Sorry isn't going to do anything now. Macarena is now your sister and I want you to treat her with respect and like a sister. Now hug," she says, spreading her arms wide, I hug her, closing my eyes, her faint jasmine-strawberry perfume calming the jitters seizing me.
"Okay," I say, "I'm counting on you," she says, messaging my hair. "Now please go inform your father."
"Okay," I say, getting out of her warm embrace, I walk out of the room, mom's eyes following me with a smile.
