Homeland

4

Okay so I like the book. I really do. But for some reason one my punctuations are horrible! And second, for some reason I just leave the end of the chapters hanging. Like the ending aren't really endings. Its like I just decided to stop! But to me it seems good but no! No! Ew its so bad! But I'm not gonna really fix the ending problem because I have 40 drafts and I'm not trying to have that interfere with the next chapters. But yeah. Enjoy! I promise its...decent. For the punctuations....uhm whenever I feel like it I'll go through and fix it. Or I might just put it in a google docs and have it fix it for me.....yeah I might do that. Bye! Love you!

Anthony

I walk in from work and judging by the silence could tell one of two things. Someone is going to be in trouble. I walk further in the house, listening out. 

"Grey hurry up" I hear from the kitchen. I go that way and pull at the door frowning when it doesn't budge.

Since when did the kitchen have a lock?

I take a bobby pin and paper clip out of my pocket. Living with this many kids I picked up a thing or two. I picks the lock and walk in.

"I'm gonna close my eyes and when I open them. I better not fucking see two dogs and three fucking cats on my goddamn table." I close my eyes.

Shuffling is heard and loud ass barking.

"Ginger, get him off!"

"I'm trying! He's heavy I can't just shove him!"

A loud crash is then heard and I sigh.

"Jaylen!"

"What!? Just push you idiot!"

"He could be hurt!"

I open my eyes, annoyed.

"Grey get the cat" Jaylen hiss. Grey quickly grabs the cat off the table and the three then have the audacity to smile at me like none of this just happened. I take off my belt and it hands loosely in my hand. Their smiles fall as it should. 

"Why the hell is there animals in my kitchen nonetheless my fucking house?" I ask. The three glances at each other then me.

Ginger speaks up, "Okay well you said we could go to the store and-" I stop him because that never came out of my mouth.

"Ginger, I said. The girls can go to the store. Since the girls were the only ones to do their chore before I left the house."

Jaylen looked offended and I glare at him.

"I did my chore!" He exclaims.

"Jaylen. You, Trey, Grey and Ginger. Had bathrooms. Wanna know how many bathrooms weren't cleaned? All of them."

"no no." He frowns, before realization dawns on him, "No look. Trey, Ginger, and Grey all three-"

"Not me" Ginger defends. 

"Barely him. But the rest. First they turned off my music. Second they stood in the middle of the floor talking the whole time. Didn't even help so I left and went to my room."

I hum, "Wanna hear the perfect solution?"

"no" He grumbles.

"I'mma tell you anyway. There are different fucking bathrooms Jaylen. Not only that. Different fucking floors!

He crosses his arms looking at the table.

"Well I cleaned them, before we left for the store."

"Did you text me that?" he shakes his head slowly.

"Then how the hell was I suppose to know" he shrugs. 

I look at the other two.

"Look I only went to the store for snacks and you could have them! I didn't even eat none yet!" He points to a bag on the counter.

Ginger snorts, looking down when I glare at him.

"Grey come here. Jaylen and Ginger get these fucking animals out of my goddamn house." They quickly nod, and shoo the animals out the back. Grey stares at them watching as they shoo the dogs out and I roll my eyes walking forward. Without even looking at me he walks back.

This boy.

"Grey come here"

"Dad! I-I I won't even do it again."

"Grey." I warn. He looks around before walking forward some. I stare at him and he mumbles something under his breath and I hum walking the rest of the way.