The Never Ending Sleepover

Chapter 3

My dad stood up, and followed Chris outside on my porch.

I was just sitting there, waiting for them to come back inside. Mr. Hanson looked at me and said “You know Chris well?”

I kept my head down and whispered “Used to.”

He didn’t say anything after that; we were just sitting in silence for a while.

The door finally opened and in came Chris and my father. Chris sat down on the couch next to Mr. Hanson, and my father was standing over me. “What else does it say?” said my father.

Mr. Hanson picked up a piece a paper, and again started reading off of it “All my money and bank accounts will go to Mr. Anderson to help put Chris and Ann through college. The house is to be sold and the money is to be given to Mr. Anderson to help raise Chris and Ann...”

It went on for at least an hour. I can’t believe their dead. I haven’t talked to them in years, and I’m still in their will. Mr. Rodgers probably wrote this will years ago though, and he never thought to change it. What if Mr. Rodgers doesn’t actually want this anymore? Maybe he meant to change it so Chris’s aunt Sophia gets everything.     

I finally realized that Mr. Hanson left. We all just sat there in an awkward silence. I looked up at my father and asked, “Where would Chris be staying?”

He looked down at me and was silent for a while; he finally answered “Andrew’s room.”

I screamed at my dad “No!” and then ran up to my room, slammed the door, and sobbed into my pillow. No one is touching Andrew’s half. I looked over to the other side of my room to Andrew’s half. His side was painted blue, mine was pink.  All of his stuff still where he left it, his clothes were even still on the floor. I then looked down at the curvy white line Andrew painted when we were nine, so I would stop touching his stuff. Nobody can cross that line.

I went to wipe away the tears, but stopped. I noticed writing on my hand and then remembered, Jake. I picked up my phone from my purse. I dialed the numbers on my hand into my phone, pressed call and then pressed end.

I instead, sent him a text; Hey its Ann, something came up, I’ll see you in school Monday, sorry

Seconds later, I got a reply; Hope everything’s okay.

I laid down on my bed, looking up at my pink ceiling.

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I was sitting down on my bed doing my math homework. My phone vibrated.  I smiled because it was my boyfriend Chris. Andrew looked over at me and looked disgusted.

“What?”

He looked down on his bed and said “Nothing.”

“Tell me!”

He looked over at me and said “I saw Chris last night at the movies. He was all over another girl.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why do you think Chris has a black eye?”

“He got that playing football. You just want me to break up with him so me and you would spend more time together.”

“Don’t believe me, I don’t really care.”

I heard a knock on our door and in came my mom, “I'm heading over to the church. Want to join?”

  Andrew said “I’ll go; I got to get away from her.”

I decided to stay. 

That was the last time I ever saw my mom, and my twin brother Andrew. That night there was an accident with some candles and the church was burned down with my mother and my brother in it.

I also, never talked to Chris ever again.