Live For the Moment. one

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*Mila, is that you?*

i was halfway up the stairs when i heard my mums voice. Confused, i went back down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was looking down at a couple sheets of paper scattered on the dining table before her.

*What are you doing here?* i asked. I hadnt meant to sound rude, but i did. I was just suprised. The only times i ever get to see her is in the mornings and even that's rare. She's usually working overtime to support us. Ever since Dad died she had been working non-stop.

She looked up at me and screwed me. *What kind of question is that?* She spat. *I didnt-* she cut me off with a wave of her hand and went back to looking at her papers. I silently kissed my teeth before walking out.

I shoved a handful of gummy bears into my mouth as i dumped my school bag on the floor and kicked off my shoes. I looked around my room, as if i was waiting for something intresting to happen. My room was standard, except there were Drake posters everywhere. Speaking of Drake, i had been craving his new album 'Take Care' for weeks now, but i could never save up the right amount of money to get it, so i settled on downloading it all on my phone, connecting it to my speakers and blaring it maximum volume, so high i couldn't even hear myself think. Thats the best feeling, when you don't think, you don't care and your troubles are away...only temporarily because when the album ends Drake suddenly vanishes and you realise you weren't with him at all... and your back to reality. The crap reality.

I pulled my cookie monster t-shirt down and fell into my bed. I looked under my bed, where i kept all my junk, empty cans, food cartons, crayons etc and pulled out a piece of paper as i chewed on more gummy bears.

*Mila, come and eat* I heard my sister shout. I heaved myself up off the bed, gummy bears falling off my top and onto the floor as i did so and walked downstairs into the kitchen. My mum, my brother, Daniel and Alexandra, my sister were seated around the table.

*Finally..* My brother said as i walked in. I rolled my eyes at him as i went round the table and sat opposite to my mum. This was how we sat everytime. There were 5 seats at this table, the one at the end was meant for my Dad...

My mum got up when she heard the buzzer go. She went towards the oven as everyone waited to eat. *So who was that boy?* My brother suddenly asked.

*What boy?* Alexandra said, looking confused as hell. I sat on the table fiddling with my hands as they both continued with their conversation. Daniel screwed her and looked up from his phone. Realization crossed her face and she shrugged.

*Why do i have to tell you, its not like it's any of your buisness...* She said as she screwed him back. He sat up straighter and he looked angrier than before. I had never gotten on Daniel's bad side, and i'd never want to. He was just.... crazy.

*It's my f*****g buisness when my little sisters acting like some hoe. 3 weeks ago was some white dude, last week was some blick youte now....* he laughed and shook his head. It wasn't a 'haha, this is funny' laugh it was more of 'when i see him..imma eff both you up' Knowing Daniel, He's a very unpredictable person. I've heard most of the things he's done on the streets and College, and since he goes College, i have never witnessed it. I've heard things about Alexandra too...now i'm not calling her a hoe but i've heard she dosent exactly play hard to get.

Alexandra's jaw dropped. *Im not a hoe you can ta-*

*Okay... Macaroni and cheese* My mum said setting the dish down onto the table. Relieved that the conversation was over i took a look at the food in the dish. It smelt amazing and looked amazing too. Its been long since we've actually had a home-cooked meal since neither Alexandra and Daniel can cook, and Daniel does not trust me anywhere near ''dangerous, life-threatning appliances'' we had to live off takeaway's. Tbh, i never even knew he cared about small things like that, i never even knew his vocabulary could stretch that wide. I told him that one time, he just smacked my head and ran out the room laughing.

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