House of cards

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*Flashback*

I was working on a sketch when my brother appears at my window.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Help me up." He said.

"You know there's a back door and front door, right? Why don't you use those?" I asked.

"Just shut up and help me up." He said.

I rolled my eyes but helped him up.

"Thank you." He said and then he pulled my other brother up.

"Grayson, why are you and Charles coming through my window?" I asked.

"We had something to do and mom and Dad can't know where we were." He answered.

"And where were you guys?" I asked.

"At the mall." He answered.

"You're lying. But I'll let it slide. Now get out of my room." I pointed to the door.

Grayson laughed and I smelled alcohol from his breath.

Charles looked at my sketch, "is this a house of cards?" He asked and then looked at the cards formed into a house on my table.

"Yeah, it's my new drawing I'm working on." I came up behind him.

"It looks so real." He said.

I smelled alcohol from his breath too.

"Thanks, you should go brush your teeth and have Grayson brush his teeth too. If you two don't want to get caught by mom and dad, I suggest you don't let them smell the alcohol in your breath." I said and pushed him out my door.

I continued drawing the house of cards. Why a house of cards? Because a house of cards will collapse just like people will collapse.

"Lia!!!" I hear my sister yell.

"What?!?" I yell back.

"Can you go make some food? I'm busy studying and mom and dad will be home soon." She said from my door.

"Sure, whatever Alana. I'll get right to it." I said and stopped drawing.

"Why do you have a house of cards?" She asked.

I didn't answer, instead I walked down the stairs and to the kitchen and washed my hands.

"Are you making food?" My little brother asked.

"Yes Milo, did you want to help?" I asked.

"Yeah, I want to help." He replied.

"Okay, can you grab some things for me from the fridge?" I asked as I took out a cutting board and knife.

I showed him the right way to cut vegetables and meat. Then I showed him how to mix it all together in a pot on the stove. I made some other things too, getting lost in cooking.

"We're home!" I hear my dad yell.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Milo left running.

Milo's 11 years old and still calls them mommy and daddy. I think it's cute, he still has an innocent mind. And I hope he stays that way.

"Lia, are you cooking again?" My mom asked as she came into the kitchen. "I told Alana to cook something for dinner, not you." My mom sighed.

I took out baked chicken from the oven. And checked on the rice in the rice cooker. Two minutes left.

"Like Alana can cook to save her life." I said and put some trays with balls of cookie dough on them in the oven.

"I don't understand how she can't cook, but you can." My dad said walking into the kitchen. "Ooh.. that looks good."

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