Burn My Soul

Judgement

Louis's P.O.V
8:34
Country Club Hills, Arlington

I saw that the Shcavelsky's across the street was hosting yet another pointless party inviting presumably half of the neighborhood, my phone was buzzing endlessly on the marble table, no doubt Marlon reminding me to bring some more Bulleit Frontier Whiskey. I wrap my Vacheron Constantin watch making my way downstairs into the foyer, at a loss where my coat was. The house was a plain, clean mess. No decorations. No music or energy. I wish my parents would have let me decorate for Halloween, mom said it would only get in the way of Lynn's cleaning, I couldn't put my finger on it...

"MOM"! "WHERE'S MY COAT"?!

No answer, of course, no surprise.
I make sure I leave no room unexplored, I only then see my coat hanging in the guest's closet. I don't remember putting it there.
I grab what I need, heading towards dad's study, I could feel my body jolt in anticipation for the rush of partying.

" Hey Dad, I'm off now"!

Same as always his brown eyes were glued to the computer screen surging his fingertips along the keyboard. I pose in front of the desk placing my hands on my hips, I felt awkward in the silence.

"Dad".

" Huh"? "Oh, your mother has placed your garments in the closet". "Next time take responsibility for your possessions Louis".

" Yeah, I know". "I was just going to say I'm-"

"You're debit card is on the table in the foyer".

"No that's not what I was-"

"Son, I am working now, do I need to call your mother in to scold you"?

"Forget it".
I mumble to myself, shutting the door behind me. I leave without reluctance on my way to Marlon's house.

Clementine's P.O.V
8:55
Aurora Highlands, Arlington

"You've got to be joking"...

" I asked like four times, Brody has more chance of passing math class than dad giving me permission".
My legs were crossed in a pretzel-like position, me and Marlon have been at it for an hour, the stain in my voice of annoyance was evident. Ever since I talked to Mr. Everett, I've been at a loss with what I should do, he told me to be patient, that if they are my real friends it would be okay if I didn't go. But I want to go. Things at home aren't getting any easier, I just want to forget the whole fact that we moved away from Georgia in the first place. There are things I want to forget for good and for the better. Like a total weirdo, I had already changed into my 'party' getup but I couldn't bring myself to sneak out, the sun was setting through the windows, letting a warm orange light flood into the blinds. I wanted to feel like a normal girl again, to go out with friends and start a new canvas on Arlington. A fresh start. With friends, I knew I could depend on.