Trapped (Read description because I'm a loser)

Four

THIS CHAPTER HAS NOT BEEN EDITED.

"Mom! That's not fair! Brody goes places all the time!" I whined, pleading at my mother to let me go to a slumber party. It was one of my friend's birthdays.

"I do not!" A thirteen year old Brody yelled as he walked in the door with a friend.

"See, mommy? So why can't I go have fun with my friends?" I pleaded once again.

"You wanna have fun, little sissy?" Brody asked.

"Yes but mom won't let me!" We had been arguing over the subject for a while now. It had started with my father but he quickly handed it over to my mother.

"Kyle's cousin is in town, how old is he again?"

"Seven," Kyle, Brody's friend answered.

"So why don't we just hang at your house and they can have a play date or whatever! Problem solved! Let's go!" Brody started to open the door but my mother pulled him by his shirt collar.

"Go fold your laundry first, young man," she scolded.

"Fine. Five minutes?" Brody looked over at Kyle for an answer.

Brody ran upstairs as fast as he could. I could hear him banging around in the laundry room, falling on something and letting out a loud curse.

"So, Kyle! How has soccer been so far this year?" My mother had always been horrible at small talk. She wouldn't understand anything Kyle told her and would quickly have to change the subject.

"Oh, come on, Mrs. Collins. I know you wouldn't understand anything about soccer. Let's talk about something you like to do!" Kyle answered, quickly interrupted by Brody tripping down the stairs.

"All right, we shall leave. Bye, mom! Love you!" Brody tugged on Kyle and I, eager to leave.

"Bye, Mrs. Collins!"

"Love you, mom!"

"Bye, boys! Bye, Hanna!" she shouted after us.

The walk to Kyle's was short. Kyle and Brody had talked about sports and things while I just looked around. I had been doing that a lot more lately. Just noticing things around me.

"Home sweet home," Kyle opened his door and walked right in, Brody and I behind him.

"Hi, Kyle, Brody, Hanna. Nice to see you two again." Kyle's mother was nice. I had met her before a couple times at family barbecues and things.

"Where's Luke? We thought Hanna and him could, I don't know, play and stuff..." Kyle trailed off, looking around.

"Upstairs. Game room."

When we reached the game room, I layed my eyes on a boy about my age. He had shaggy light brown hair that went into his green eyes.

"Luke! This is Hanna," Kyle yelled, getting Luke's attention.

"I'm Luke!" Luke stretched his hand out to meet mine.

"I know you from somewhere!" I shouted as I woke up.

I quickly stopped talking as I noticed Luke wasn't awake yet. He had barely said more than ten words since I've meet him. He's told me to give him the remote, he introduced himself, he's told me to move, but nothing more. He sometimes has conversations with his mother but those are always very short ones. I'm very found of Luke's mom. Luke's mother is hilarious. She's very young, too. I've learned pretty much her life story. She was a teen mom, after Luke, she had three other children, when she was older and had a stable job, of course. Her name was Gail, which she preferred over Mrs. Tutttle.