Anonymously MADE

chapter 8

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Emma and Evan fell asleep watching the Minions movie, so I leave them sleeping on the couch. It's big enough for the both of them to sleep there, and I don't feel like carrying them.

I turn of the light when I hear Amelie's quiet voice calling me.

"Yes?" I answer, walking into her room.
"Why is that school project so important to you? You're barely home anymore." She rubs her eyes, probably tired.
"I made friends there and it's a big part of our final grade. I'll show you as soon as possible. I just have to tell mom and dad first, okay?"
"Okay. Why do you have to tell them first?"
"We sort of got a trip, but I can't leave you, Emma and Evan without someone to watch you for about 8 weeks, can I?"

I tightly wrap the blanket around her while she answers: "No, we want you here."
"I have to go sis. I would take you with me if I could, but I sadly just can't do that. I love you, okay?"

"Love you," she answers, closing her eyes and falling asleep.

I smile and walk out of her room as quiet as possible, not fully closing the door behind me so I can hear it if she calls for me.

Then I walk downstairs again and clean up the mess we made in the living room while watching the movies.

Our parents are supposed to come home tomorrow so I can't leave it there like I sometimes do.

I take one last look at Emma and Evan and go to my room.

I close the door and turn the lights on. The mirror on my closet door reveals the mess that is me. My hair is tousled and greasy, my eyes have sunken in and I look as pale as a ghost. The normally pinkish colour on my lips even disappeared. The tiredness and worry is prominent on my face.

I groan and fall face first on my bed, just to turn around again and change into a pair of sweatpants.

I take my phone and go check the dm's of Anonymously MADE. We get loads of dm's and the others don't think it's worth it to check them sometimes. I do sometimes, as I think it's only fair if it's good question.

The first one is immediately a good one:

Hey guys, I don't think you will see it, but I have a question: have you already met Liam?

I answer her:

Not yet sweetheart, our audition is in about a week, we'll meet him then. Xx -M

I start looking at some other dm's but there isn't really anything interesting.
I decide to post a tweet before I put my phone down and go to sleep:

Nice. We probably should indeed.

I throw my phone to the other side of the bed and fall asleep.