The Where House

Ricky

They're coming at three. My whole life, over at three. My sisters and I use to play this game, "if you had 12 hours to live what would you do?" It was always so easy to answer, but now... I have no idea. I've been sitting on my bed for the past hour, thinking about how to spend my last hours. I'd though of spending time with my mother but she's too busy crying. She's really torn up about me and my sisters leaving but it's just as much her fault as the presidents.

Her sobbing is getting louder and louder as she approaches my bedroom door. She walks in my room.
"Rachel im sorry" she says in between sobs.
"It's Ricky" I say shortly.
She's hurt but I don't care. She has no right to be sad, she's the one sending us off. She continues apologizing but I tune her out. This is not how i want to spend my day. She eventually leaves and i grab my phone. I have six missed calls from Spencer. My phone's been on silent as i've been trying to avoid the news.

"Hey Spence"
I say cautiously, I'm not sure if she'll be upset i missed so many of her calls.

"Hey, ive been trying to call you"
There's irritation in her voice but I can tell she's trying to contain it.

"Yea I know, I've been a little out of it"

"That's fine, can you come over?"
Its definitely not fine. Her voice sounds quick, almost urgent.

"I'm gonna see you soon, can it wait?"

"No"
Again, quick.

"Ok ill b right over"

I don't bother changing my clothes or asking to leave. I just grab my shoes and go.