Identical

Chapter 13

Brayden

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So, I found out that you have to be over 18 to set up a GoFundMe account. That idea's a bust because I'm only 16. I can't ask mom and dad because they won't agree in taking the charity. I could ask Aunt Hilary, but she probably wouldn't go for it. Owen suggested that he could sell some of his pictures, but I don't know if that will work.

"What are we gonna do?" Owen asked looking at my laptop.

"I don't know! I guess we have to ask Aunt Hilary," I said running my hand through my hair and trying to steer at the same time.

"She won't go for it though, and if she does she'll tell mom and dad," he said.

"I see your point, but we have no other options," I said to him.

"Fine," he conceded. 

When we got home, I helped him out of the car and we walked to the front door. I was going to use my key, but I saw that mom and Aunt Hilary were back, so I just knocked. Mom answered the door and I saw Olive, Ethan, and Janey on the couch. The doctor must have let her come home early. Aunt Hilary was in the chair drinking something, probably tea. 

"Hey boys. How was school?" mom asked.

"Good," Owen said walking inside.

"That's good," she said as I walked in.

Owen and I walked into the kitchen. He grabbed an apple and I grabbed a banana.

"So, how are we gonna explain this to Aunt Hilary?" Owen said after he took a couple bites of his apple.

"Explain what?" Hilary asked when she came into the kitchen.

"Oh, um," I stuttered.

"Brayden, just tell me. This can't be worse than the time you two scratched my car when you were 6," she said laughing.

"Well, actually, it might be," Owen said. Her smile faded.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Well, dad said that Olive's hospital bill is gonna put us in a lot of debt, not even including mine, and my car," Owen said.

"How much?" she asked.

"Not sure," he answered.

"But we have an idea," I chimed in.

"What is it?" she asked.

"We wanted to set up a GoFundMe account, but there's one problem," I said, "you have to be over 18 to make one, and we're only 16."

"Have you talked to your parents about this?" she asked.

"No, because we know that they won't do it. They don't wanna take other people's charity," I answered.

"So, why does this concern me?" she asked.

"We were wondering, um, if you would set up the account for us," Owen said stuttering, a lot.

"What would I have to do?" she asked, taking my laptop and looking on the website.

"All you would have to do is set up the account. Owen and I will take care of the rest," I said.

"Well, if I'm gonna do this for you, I'm gonna help set it up," she said smiling.

"Just one thing," Owen said, "you can't tell mom, dad, or like anyone else."

"Deal," she said, "We can work on this after supper tonight."

"Okay. How long are you staying?" I asked.