surprises

➢ Surprise 24

 hello,

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     Closing the door of my bedroom, I let it shut softly behind me. Smiling at my excellent theifing (yes, that is, in fact a word. and no, i hadn't returned their ball.) I walked down the hallway, a small bounce in my step. Kepping secrets must be seriously unhealthy for you. It feels like you've got ten kilo weights on your shoulders wherever you go.

     So that then results in dragging your feet, very sore shoulders, and a nagging the back of your mind 24/7. Glad I got rid of that.

     As a walked past Masons dark grey door, I heard raised voices inside. Creasing my eyebrows, i leaned in a little closer to the door, managing to catch a few words of what the two people inside were saying.

     "What, you think I'm just going to give up because you said so?" A voice exclaimed.

     "Just back off! That's all I'm saying." Another voice retorted.

     "Do you really think I'm going to listen?"

     Then there was silence. It was a very short silence, for as soon as I backed away the booming voices started up again. Rolling my eyes, I raised my hand, ready to barge in and tell them to rack off, like any other normal human being, but a hand was suddenly gripping my wrist very tightly. I spun around, glaring at the person who dare stop me from my peace-making, only for my eyebrows to knot together in confusiuon when I saw it was Carter gripping my arm.

     I cleared my throat softly "Problem?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at his wide-eyed expression.

     "You can't go in there." he stated, pulling me away from the dark grey door where the voices slowly got softer, the farther away we got. He led me down the stairs, and non-suprisingly, into the kitchen where he continued to fetch a packet of Dorito's  from the top cupboard.

     "Why couldn't I go in there? They were making a racket" I mumbled, once we had sat down in two of the dining room chairs, the packet of chips on the table infront of us.

     Shaking his head, he rested an arm on the glass table, grabbing a handful of chips while he was at it. Before he stuffed his face he answered me. "You don't inturrupt fights when they're about yourself." With that, he proceeded to shove way to many chips in his mouth.

     "What" I said dumbly. "People don't fight about me. Why would they?" I asked increduosly, also going in to grap a few chips, not as many a Carter though, as I still have some dignity left in me.

Carter simply chuckled, mumbling something along the lines of "You're so naive, Faith" At least i think thats what he said, it's sometimes hard to tell when someones got their mouth stuffed with at least half the packet of Dorito's. 

     "Am not" I said defiantly, crossing my arms over my chest.

     "Are too" he laughed, swalling the remainder of chips.