His mom answered the door and looked down at me smiling. I forgot how much he looked like her. I thought he had siblings too, but I didn't see anyone else. I gulped and looked up at this little small framed, slight, grey rooted kind eyed woman who made me so scared I could pee my pants.
"Hi Mrs. Anota, is Carter here?" I asked, my voice sounded small. She nodded and ushered me in. I looked around her well kept house and wondered if this was what normal families were like. I was jealous of carter in that moment. He had a family. He had a mom. I had siblings who passed me around like hot potato, passing me to the next one as soon as they could. He had a mom who took care of him, his house had nice things and it was clean. I smelled food, real home made good food. His mom cooked. I ate basic poor people food like microwave dinners and macaroni and cheese. His mom smiled at me.
"You're the Branson girl right? One of eight. My lord." She tried to joke.
"Youngest of eight actually. And it's not Branson. Never has been. You must've known my parents. That was my dad's last name." I explained.
"I can't imagine giving birth to eight kids. That must've killed your mom." She joked.
"Actually she died in an explosion." I replied dead serious. She didn't know what to do. She had no way to respond.
"That must have been hard on your father." She tried.
"Wouldn't know. Don't remember him. He left right after she died." I said. She paled. She was gulping nervously now.
"Oh my. Well, I'll go get Carter." She said, walking briskly away.
Carter came in and pulled me into the living room.
"What are you doing here Casey?" He asked.
"I just wanted to check in on you. Are you okay? Are you in too much trouble? I'll tell your mom it was my fault." I rushed.
"I'm fine. She's not even that mad. I'm not even grounded. She just yelled a lot." He replied.
"Lucky. I'm on laundry duty for a week. I had to sneak to get here." I teased him grudgingly.
"Sucks to be you." He shrugged.
"Okay no need to be a jerk." I shrugged, getting up.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"Home." I replied. I was done with listening to him.
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Me With Him
Teen FictionC.J. Hardelle is just your average high school girl. She was never afraid to speak her mind and always stood up for herself and others, not to say she didn't cause trouble, because she did. Her best friend and seven older brothers didn't help. Her b...
