CHAPTER FOUR

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The ride back to Issana's house seemed much longer than the ride coming from there.
Karter didn't ride back with Twyne, he instead rode a lonely ride home.
Twyne's ride wasn't so much of lonely, but instead lifeless.

No conversation. No new knowledge.

He was left alone with his thoughts. Never the best thing in the world.

When he finally arrived at his aunt's house, he rolled his bike to the back yard.

Leaving it there, he walked around the house looking for an open window.
After finding one, he climbed through the bathroom window as quietly as he could.

The bathroom door was completely open so he didn't really have to worry about a problem with the door making noise by opening it.

He crept quietly down the hallway, hoping he went unnoticed.
When finally reaching his temporary bedroom, he felt a hand tap on his shoulder.

Seriously?

"Where have you been?"
Twyne slowly turned around to face one heck of an upset aunt.
Twyne rolled his eyes.

"Well?" Issana folded her arms.
"I was just out."
"Out? You had me worried. Would it kill you to tell me when you're going out?"
Twyne shrugged and turned around, starting towards the bedroom door knob.

"I'm not done talking to you."
Twyne turned back around, starting to get a little frustrated.
"Your mom and dad called," Issana started.
Twyne suddenly was taking interest in what she had to say.
"They know how you are and they want to try to keep you out of trouble. They want to sign you up for a summer camp. It lasts for the entire month of July."

Twyne shrugged his shoulders.
"And?"
"And they wanted to know if you were up for it.
I saw a flyer one time,actually, and it all seemed really exciting. For you...it should be exciting, I mean. So if you want to go I'll ju-"

"I honestly don't even care." Twyne turned around and went into the bedroom.
He hadn't really noticed but the power had come on.

He sat at the edge of the bed and sighed.

I didn't even have expectations for the summer and nothing has gone right.


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