A raven's secret

Ravens in the woods

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Later that night I was cleaning my room from top to bottom. Layers of dust and grime was removed from every surface. I vowed not to sleep in this room untill it was as clean as humanly possible.

I had just finished washing the floor a second time when Scott made his appearance at my door. "Your room is basically the smaller version of mine," he said. He walked over to the wall and fidgeted with a piece of wallpaper that was starting to peel away. "Even the wallpaper is the same," he muttered.

I laughed. The wallpaper was an odd cream colour and was covered in tiny flowers. "If Lewis saw that you would be out of the band for sure."

Lewis was Scott's best friend from London. About a year ago Lewis had the idea that he, Scott, and a few other guys should start a band. With weekly guitar lessons and weekend practises they became The Killer Kings. They did some gigs at the school, as well as any place that was willing to pay. Lewis is pretty serious about the band, but now that his lead guitarist wasn't living in London anymore the band has come to a standstill.

"Lewis would never want to see me again," Scott commented. "I need to talk to Dad about some new wallpaper."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, this isn't working for me either."

"What are you talking about? You're a girl, you can live with this." Scott pointed at the wallpaper in an accusing way.

"Well, this is a cottage, so maybe you guys can live with some old fashioned wallpaper." I hadn't seen Mom enter the room. A smile was playing on her lips.

"Please, I'll pay for it myself," Scott pleaded.

Now it was Mom's turn to laugh. "Fine, we'll see what we can do. Come downstairs, dinner is ready."

When Mom left Scott and I looked at each other carefully. "Who cooked?" Scott whispered.

"I have no idea," I replied.

Mom, being an artist and all, was extremely creative. And that creativity followed her into the kitchen. But that didn't mean what she cooked tasted good. Infact, it was almost always better to avoid dinner if you could. Dad, on the other hand was a great cook, but he was always busy with some case and we rarely saw him at the dinner table. So, most nights, Scott and I was left to deal with whatever Mom made in the kitchen.

Scott and I slipped downstairs and peered into the kitchen. To our good fortune Dad was standing in front of the stove with a wooden spoon. We were saved for another night, at least. "Help your mother set the table, I'll be there in a moment," he said when he saw us. Scott and I happily complied.

Dinner was a pasta dish with a cheese and mushroom sauce. It was so good I went and took a second helping. I was chewing on my pasta when Scott spoke up.

"We need to update my room's wallpaper," he said.

"What's wrong with what you have?" Dad asked.

"It's white," Scott said dramatically, "and it has flowers on it."

I rolled my eyes while spearing a piece of pasta with my fork. Scott, the drama queen.

Dad was trying hard not to laugh and choke on his pasta. "We'll see what can be done," was his answer. "But I'm not helping you put it up."

"That's okay," Scott said quickly. "I'll get help." His eyes landed on me.

"Uh, no." I shook my head.

"I think you're forgetting you want new wallpaper too," Scott reminded me.

I sighed. "Fine, I'll help you."