A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 31:Ash and Ashley's Idea

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Chapter 31: Ash and Ashley’s Idea {Ashley’s POV}

“So what do you have for the school funds”? I asked, Jim, Treasurer. 

He was reading over his blue calculator for the numbers and wrote down some stuff in his notebook. I turned my head to the right. He must still be thinking of an idea to place the money we need to the money we don’t have. 

But we have to put on a play for the Spring Dance, the only problem is we don’t have enough money for it. I placed my hand on my cheek, as I sighed. What should we do. Suddenly the doors in front of the classroom, slammed opened. 

My assistant and manager stood up from their seats at the loud opening, and groaned when they saw Ash. I squinted my eyes at my cocky brother; there is no reason he should be here. The Club sign ups were in August, its March now. Plus he doesn’t even have the common sense to not bring alcohol into the clubroom.

 “What do you want Ash”.

“What! A brother can’t visit his twin”. He pouted, as he took a seat in a random chair.

“No you can’t. Your not a part of this club, and you never visit me”. I pulled make a strand of my red hair, behind my ear.

“Aww”.

I glared at him, as he sighed.“Sis”. 

“Don’t call me that”. 

“Little me”.

“I’m about to report you to the principal”. I growled, smacking my hand on my desk. “What is it that you want, Ash? Speak now”.

He ran his fingers through his mess hair, and groaned as he stood up from the chair he sat in. And squinted his eyes, those emerald green eyes that I could never understand why. Why he would never take anything seriously, or why we would always drink? 

If I were to ask he would laugh it off or ignore the question. I may be his twin but the pain he feels isn’t the same as me. I would know because our parent’s divorced when we were four. I went with my mom, while he said with my dad. But 

One day, my mom wanted to visit them, just to see how Ash was doing. She hated my dad, from his drug and gambling addiction. But she still loved Ash, that was the only reason but, when we go there. The house was a mess everything was torn apart, glass was on the floor while the couches had there stuffing removed. 

My mom panicked and told me to call 911, luckily I was 11 at the time so I knew what to do. But when I heard my mom screaming, I had to run back into the house. I searched room after room. Until I stopped at the bathroom to find my mom, holding a little boy. Who looked just like me, he was bleed from his skull and his left chest. 

The boy was Ash, but he never told us what happened. But my mom knew, and she reported my dad, now his being sentence to 25 years in prison without parole.