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Chapter 8

I flopped back onto the bed. In silence, other than the noise from down stairs, staring at the ceiling.

It wasn't new for me. In fact I found it relaxing.

I did the exact thing on days that my mom and dad would work and I would finally get my brothers and sister all in bed. I would just lay there on my mattress, staring at the ceiling fan, moving in circular motion. But there wasn't a fan there.

Hours pass pass and eventually I found myself reading a book that was on one of Harry's nightstand, A Midsummer Night's Dream.

I had to re-read paragraphs repetitively because this was not modern English.

It was my third time re-reading this particular paragraph when, from the corner of my eye, I see the door opening. I look and see that it's Luke.

He closed the door and barely swayed as he stood in front of it looking at me, while holding something in his hand.

"What?" I ask.

"If you could excuse my behavior, I may appear as a cot case at the moment." He says before burping.

"What?" I ask, not understanding.

"I'm a little bombed out."

"American Luke. Speak it."

"Eh." He says slowly putting one foot in front of the other. He wobbles as if he were trying to balance on a balance beam. "Woah." He whispered.

I huffed when I realized. "You're drunk."

He laughed when he looked up at me and nods.

He then stumbled as he ran over to the bed and lays across me with his torso over mine.

"Luke!"

He continues to laugh, then finally gets off of me and lays beside me.

"Look at what I got." he says holding up the paper that was in his hand.

He wasn't holding still so I snatched it out of his hand.

"I don't understand this. What is it?"

"It's our fake identities." He slurred.

"My what?!"

"Fake identity, so if you ever get sick or something, you can go to the doctor." He explains. "Look," He laughs. "My name is Josh Pierce. Do I look like a Josh to you?"

I ignore his question, and look at the paper.

My name is. "Jaylah Pierce? Why do we have the same last name and where did you get Jaylah?"

"Shh." He says putting one finger over his lips, "Librarians don't like loud people."

"Luke, we aren't even in a library."

"Then where the hell did these books come from?!" He says jumping up and looking around.

"They're Harry's." I answer.

"Harry is a librarian?!"

"Oh my God." I mumbled to myself.

"Nezbit, guess what."

"What."

"I got us fake identities."

"I know." I huffed. "How did you do that anyway?"

"There are a lot of people here, there are college people. Their brains are like my brain and your brain, all..." He moves dramatically, not finishing his sentence.