Chapter 13 Megan
"So he is your boyfriend?" Axle asks as we walk in the house.
"No. He is just a friend."
I walk into the kitchen and get a pan to cook spaghetti in.
As I get the noodles out of the cupboard Axle sits at the table and watches me.
"But you like him?" she continues.
"Axle." I say warning to stop digging around in my life.
She sticks out her bottom lip in a pout and bats her eyelashes at me.
"I don't know." I give in.
I never really thought about if I liked Jake. He is really cute and easy to talk to. He seems to be very sweet and concerned about Axle. Maybe I could like him, but I know as soon as Axle and I make friends here Mom will just pick us up and move some where else.
"I made a friend today." Axle announces.
"That's not hard to believe. You are a very likable person. Why do you think otherwise?"
The corners of her mouth turn down as she looks at the floor.
"We never fit in anywhere. Mom makes us move to much for her stupid job."
Axle leaves the table and walks down the hall towards her room.
When I am finished with the dishes after we have eaten I start to get ready for bed. When Axle is asleep in her bed I grab a book off the bookshelf and go to the table to wait for Mom to get home.
It's 11:47 when I hear her car pull into the driveway. I didn't notice the time pass, but it is noticeably darker outside.
She comes in wet from the rain, and hangs up her coat on the little hook. She kicks off her muddy boots onto the rug.
"Megan, you don't have to wait up for me." She has bags under her eyes and her hair is starting to fall out of the neat bun she had it in this morning.
"I know." I tell her.
She puts a plate of spaghetti in the microwave.
"I don't like this house. It's to small." She waves her hand around the room.
Our house is very small. The kitchen is the size of a normal bed room with a small table for 2, chipped wooden floor, rotting wooden cupboards and stained gray walls.
The living room is even smaller containing a beat up coach and a old box set T.V. Down the small hallway is Axle's room. To the left is my room which is more of a closet only big enough to fit my twin size bed and a basket for my clothes. My mothers room is on the right and has her stuff along with the washer and dryer for our clothes in there.
The bathroom was connected to the right front corner of the kitchen.
"We could have moved into another house, or not moved at all" I say under my breathe.
"I heard that." She snaps at me. "Go to bed .I don't even know why you stay up if all we do is bicker when I get home."
I get up from the table and walk towards my room. I open Axle's door just and check to see if she is still sleeping. I can see her moving restlessly on the bed.
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Random"I can't do it! Mom! Can you hear me, Do you understand I can't do it!" Yells Axle. I run as fast as I can to her. "Axle it's me! Megan! Open the door!" I yell as I pound on her door. I don't hear a sound from the other side of the door. Did she c...
