Brothers for the Summer [Discontinued]

Chapter 4- Harassing

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Stacy

Onto the story:

Isabella

          The next morning, I got ready for school at 7am. When I went down for breakfast I saw Isaak and Archer already at the table, eating pancakes my mom had made for them. But I had figured she had gone back to bed after she was done making breakfast, considering she hates waking up early.

          "Good morning, Issy." Isaak smiled.

          I sighed infuriatingly. Not only was I angry at Archer, I was slightly scared of him. I'm bullied so often, my body usually hurts in random places throughout the day. I'm annoyed I have to live with a bully in my home, which I invited in.

          "What's good about it?" I huffed, side-glancing at Archer, as I sat in my place, and began eating.

          Archer rolled his eyes. "What's with the get-up?"

          I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a denim jacket over a purple T-shirt and jeans. I couldn't let them know I was wearing this because I was afraid of being harassed. I figured if I didn't show much skin, the boys wouldn't bother me. "It's cold."

          "It's 90 degrees!" Archer lifted an eyebrow. "Why are you even up this early?"

          "I have school. Why are you?" I retorted.

          "Isaak woke me up, complaining that he was hungry, so we made pancakes."

          "You made this?" I dropped my fork as Archer nodded. "I'm not hungry anymore."

          I threw out what was left of my pancakes, perplexed to how I couldn't tell the difference between my mom's pancakes and the devil's. Maybe because Isaak helped, being such a foodie, I knew the kid could cook. But I still couldn't risk being poisoned today. I have a geometry test fourth period.

          "I swear we washed our hands." Archer laughed.

          I snorted. "I doubt it."

          "No, we did." Isaak says innocently. "You gotta eat something, Isabella. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

          "Fine." I grabbed a banana, my backpack, and jetted out the front door.

Isaak

          "What was that about?" I asked Archer. "She was so happy yesterday."

          "Probably just a case of the Mondays." Archer shrugged. "Don't worry about it."

          I know Archer said not to worry about it, but that's exactly what I did. All day. I couldn't help but think that maybe I did something that upset her. Or maybe she regrets taking us in. I don't even want to think about what would happen if she sent us back before the program even started. Our families are barely getting by, and we spent hundreds of dollars for placement in the program, and to not even get to participate? That would be tragic. It's a lot of money wasted.