If I let you go
Westlife.
Liam
"The fuck?!" Jaden yelled as his pencil broke into two.
"Jade! Your mouth! Mom will kill us" I whisper-yelled.
We were currently in my room, doing a project about the solar system. I don't even know why Mrs. Collins found it appropriate to pair me with Jaden. I would have been so happy if I had been paired with Jacob, another nerd like me.
"Sorry, man, but this pencil is messing up my life".
"If you don't understand something, just ask. Don't vent out your frustrations on the poor pencil" I said as I continued writing about Jupiter and it's rings.
Jade narrowed his eyes at me.
"Well, better him than me" Jade said and huffed.
"Him, as in the pencil?" I teased.
"Shut up" Jade said and laughed.
"Liam, mom said you should come down now. Dinner has been served, and Mrs. Vale has something to say to us. Let's go" Jane said.
She was standing at my doorway with her hands on her hips, glaring daggers at my best friend.
"Why are you staring at me, Wendy, have you been blinded by my beauty yet again?" Jade said and smirked.
The reason Jade calls my sister Wendy? That's a story for another time.
"Stop messing with yourself, idiot. You look like a constipated orangutan" Jane said, looked at me with the look mom always gave us as a warning and left the room.
"Ouch" Jade said.
"I once told you to not sass my sister. You would get hurt. Your ego is gone now, isn't it?".
"Yeah. She's so sassy. I've been hurt egosti-egot-egotisically" he said and sighed.
"Jade, its egotistically" I said as we got up to go downstairs.
"Can't say it. Too long" he said.
"You can say it. Listen, 'ego'"
He repeated.
"Tisti".
"Oh I see! 'Tisti' like test-" he started.
"Yeah, yeah, don't complete it. Thank you. Now add 'cally'. Egotistic-".
"I get it now. Egotistically. Thank you".
I smiled.
Mrs. Vale, Ryan and my family were already seated when we got to the table. I sat next to my sister and Jade sat across me at the other side of the table.
"Hello, Jaden, how are you?" Mrs. Vale asked.
"I'm fine thanks, Mrs. Vale, er, sorry, Rebecca".
Mrs. Vale laughed. She always told us to just call her by her name, Rebecca, but we always forgot.
"How is your mother, my dear" my mother asked.
"She's doing well, thanks for asking, Mrs. Hudgens".
We prayed and ate. After that, Mrs. Vale called us into the living room and told us that her brother, John, who was living in the States, was planning to divorce his wife. I was shocked. For as long as I could remember, Mrs. Vale was always talking about how happy her brother and his wife were. They even had three children. She then told us that her brother's children were coming to stay with us since their parents were divorcing. The decision was swift, so the children were already on their way to Charlottesville. The servants already prepared their rooms whilst I was at school.
