Between Logan and Jamie {complete}

Jamie: 2.

 This is Jamie's chapter. So it's written by me :)

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I walked through the front door, towards the living room. My little adventure to go and say goodbye to Logan started to get to me as I was driving home, and now I feel like a well-earned rest can take care of that.

“Sweetie?” my mom said. “Is that you?”

“Yes, mom.”

I closed my eyes for about three seconds before the sound of her footfalls caused me to prop my head on my elbow, open my eyes  and watch the space to where my mom would walk in, in about ten seconds time.

Exactly on time, my mom flattened out her outfit and then took a seat opposite, on the other sofa, I’d spread myself out right across this one.

“Did you go and say goodbye to Logan, dear?”

“Yup.”

“How did she take it.”

“Who, Logan?”

“Yes. I believe it didn’t go down well?” She asked.

“Um…” I started, remembering back to Logan’s shocked face when I told her. She really didn’t want to go without me. “Okay, I guess. You know Logan, mom, she wasn’t pleased.”

“I can presume. Poor girl hates going anywhere alone. And for three weeks!”

“I know, mom.” I snapped. “There is no need to remind me.”

My mother’s face softened in sympathy. “I’m sorry. How did the team take it that you weren’t going?”

“Coach wasn’t too pleased, but most of the team understood. They’re get over it.” I replied. “You know… whatever.”

“I know you really wanted to go, darling and I’m sorry but the doctor said–”

“I know what the doctor said. Whatever, right? I’ve got plenty of stuff to get on with at college instead.”

My mother nodded in understanding before getting back up, to continue the housework.

With a large sigh, I slumped back into the chair and had a rest. I must have dozed off for an hour because when I awoke I heard the twins coming in from school, closing the door loudly behind them.

“Don’t make so much noise!” My seventeen year old sister, Noah scolded them both. “Jamie is trying to sleep.”

My fourteen-year-old brother, Fletcher, mumbled something before heading off upstairs and I rolled my eyes, deciding to get up. I had enough energy to last me the rest of the day.

I was fine. 

I walked out into the hallway to see Noah and Brookleyn whispered about something.

“What are you talking about?” I demanded and they soon snapped their heads up and stepped apart.

“Fletcher.” Noah replied.

“Fletcher?” I asked. For a moment there, I thought they were talking about me. “What about Fletcher?”

“He got caught stealing.”

“What Brookleyn?!” I responded. “From where?”

“Mark Kanter’s house. He bunked off last lesson, and broke into Mark’s house.”

“Well, what for?”

Noah looked away and Brookleyn gave me a pitied look. “What do you think, Jame?” she responded. “He’s doing it to deal. We’ve all got to find a way to cope with what’s going on.”