Mirage [n.h.]

eleven

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Mr. Hughes and I continued our laddy lads talked. And again, I'm still convincing him that Harry and Krishna was all behind this. 

"I don't know kid but there were really no evidence that you didn't do it. It's hard to tell." He drank some water on the glass and I can hear his throat gulping down the water. "But you have my side." 

I heaved a sigh. I could feel that Harry and the gang won't be caught any time, it's too risky. I need to be as sneaky as a mouse to caught them but how am I even going to do that? I never even bust anyone before. I also never did anything illegal before but downloading illegal ebooks on different websites doesn't count. 

When I turned my glance to Mr. Hughes I saw Ysabelle behind him sitting. She waved a smile at me and so I did the same. I heard Mr. Hughes cleared his throat so my eyes went back to him.

"I think you should go get some rest now. You had a long day and when I say long. It's really a long one." He stoods up and pats my shoulder. "Don't worry everything's going to be alright now. Nothing to worry about." He again pats my shoulder and so I nodded in reply. 

I escort Mr. Hughes to the door and said my goodbyes to him. But also thanking him again for bailing me out of jail and again... I convinced him that I didn't stole the money. Unfortunately, he just nodded and trailed off the stairs. 

"Wooh! I'm glad he's gone. I can't last that long not talking!" Ysabelle giggled while she's sitting on the couch. Her hair now is tied up on a bun making her face more appearing than usual. I shook my head giggling as I clean the trash that Mr. Hughes and I made. 

"Oh I forgot. Your mom's worried about you. He left you like uhmmm.." Ysabelle putting his fingers up in the air and trying to remember what she needs to remember. 

"Wait you talked to my mom?" I sat beside her but not too close.

"She messaged you like a million times. Even called!" She squeaks like there's no tomorrow. "Oh yes! I remembered. She says she'll come and see you ermmm wednesday, I think?"

I looked at the calendar hanging on the wall. Today's sunday. "When did she messaged you?" 

"Me? No no no she messaged you silly! Check your phone Mr. Horan." I hurriedly find my phone from where I left it but I can't seem to find it. The last time I put my phone was on my bedroom but its not there I checked on the drawers none. 

"Ysabelle! Where did you put my phone?" When I get back to her at the living room. She pointed out a drawer at the small table. Luckily, I found it. Mom left 32 messages and 16 missed calls. She missed me that much.

Her last text was I'll be going there with you. Will arrive maybe wednesday or thursday afternoon hope your okay sweetheart xx

I have like 3 or 4 days to clean the whole apartment before mom gets here. 

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"Why are you moving that table? Put it back! Put it back!" I abruptly told Ysabelle carrying the table. 

We were supposed to do the whole cleaning thing on Tuesday but I got too lazy to do it. Luckily, Ysabelle already halfly cleaned the rest of the apartment. I told her that were going to do cleaning not decorate the whole room but she keeps on disarranging things again.

"But the table's really nice beside the window." She pouted. 

"You can't use the window anymore if the table is on its way." I sarcastically asked her. Sometimes her presence irritates me especially the way her annoyance creates a disrupting but enjoying feeling on my bones. Like I said, it annoys me how annoying she can get but I think I am now used to her attitude. I think so.