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CHAPTER SEVEN PURPLE BRUISES !
the days began to drag on, almost approaching the end of spring break. and mike was not happy. he didn't want to return to school, and have to deal with the same bullshit that he always did. he felt extremely horrible about what el had told him the previous day, but the damage was now done. he understood that she now didn't like him. at all. so he would just move on.
but he had grown increasingly sad, not wanting to have friends over or tagging along to the arcade like he usually did. instead, he would lock himself in the basement and play video games all day. completely alone.
karen wheeler had become worried, but was constantly reassured by her son that he was just 'tired'. she didn't believe him, of course, but she wanted to give him space. he would talk to her eventually, right?
"mike!" holly wheeler hollered in a sing song voice, as she galloped down the staircase into the basement, making noises as if she were a horse.
she stood in front of the tv, her blonde ponytails swinging around. "neigh! neeeigh!"
mike ignored his younger sisters horrible attempt at a horse noise, and simply craned his neck so he was able to see past her.
"mike! why don't you want to play horse." the blonde girl asked with a frown, kicking her foot into the beanbag that he was slouching on.
he simply ruffled his untidy raven locks, and reached out to push her out of his way. "go away holly, i'm busy."
the young girl grumbled under breath as she stomped back up the staircase, slamming the door shut once she reached the top. and of course, switching the light off on her way out just to tip him off he edge.
mike took a deep breath and closed his eyes, calming himself before he dragged himself up the staircase to turn the light on again.
once he reached his beloved beanbag, and resumed his video game, he heard a knock at the basement door. mike groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"holly! i said i don't want to play horse!" he yells, straining his voice and feeling his cheeks flush in frustration.
but instead of hearing a sassy comeback or feet stomping on the ground, he heard a softer and much nicer voice. "c-can i come in? it's el."
heart leaping from his chest, the wheeler boy quickly switched off his videogame and kicking his beanbag to the side before running up he stairs once more. but before he opened the door, he forced himself to look angry, knowing what she had said the day prior.
