The Love Project [on Hold]

Chapter eight: What The Hell Is Wrong With Your Family?

Chapter eight: What the hell is wrong with your family?

Alexis' p.o.v

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My loud, happy hums bounced off the walls of our house. With a pinch of the salt between my fingertips, I waltzed across the kitchen floor until I reached the pot of boiling water. I watched the crumbs of salt disappear in the bubbling of the hot water. With a satisfied smile, I sighed and got the cutlery from the cupboard. 

''Well someone's happy.'' My mother's voice remarked. I could hear the smile in her voice.

''Indeed, I am,'' I sang, twirling around and grinning at her. She was standing on the threshold, her bag slung over her shoulder and her coat halfway off her shoulders.

I had gotten my diary back from Travis. Even though I hadn't looked at it yet( I'd do that after I have prepared dinner), it was just such a relief. Only after having claimed it back to its rightful owner, I had realized how much stress it had actually inflicted on me.

''Mmh, spaghetti,'' she said, looking over my shoulder.

I heard her get the plates and set the table. ''So,'' she drawled, ''what's the inducement?''

''Oh, nothing.''

''No one?''

I rolled my eyes and turned around with a huff. ''Mom! Why do you always presume that it's someone when I'm happy? I could just be happy because I... I got a good grade!''

My mom rose an unbelieving eyebrow. ''It's the first week of school. I doubt you are already being graded.''

''Well, guess what! We are!'' I lied. Of course, we weren't being graded.

She stayed silent after that but by the way, she kept casting smug looks in my direction, I knew this wasn't the last time we were having this conversation. 

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My sister's eyes were set on me.

She grimaced. ''Are you okay?'' She asked.

I flashed her a bright grin. ''Yes, why wouldn't I?''

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and gazed at her spaghetti. ''Did you put something in them?'' She questioned, referring to her untouched pasta.

''No, but thanks for giving me the idea for next time.''

After Michelle asked a few more questions, she finally kept quiet and ate.

''You go right up to your room,'' my mom dismissed me. ''Michelle and I will clean up.''

''What?'' My sister exclaimed. ''That's so unfair!''

My mom threw her a stern look before turning back to me. Smiling. ''Thanks for the delicious meal, sweetheart.''

I returned her smile. ''No problem! I'll be in my room.''

''What? Mom! Cooking is the easy part! Why do we clean up?''

Shaking my head, I made my way up the stairs.

With a pleased sigh, I flopped down onto my bed and got my diary out of my new hiding place. (Which was under my bed.)

Excitedly, I opened it.

My happiness washed away.

My heart missed two beats.

My stomach lurched.