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Chapter 10
Chapter 10
“It was no problem, sweetheart.” Tanya smiles warmly at me. “I hope to see you soon.”
My breath hitches as she wraps her arms around me and squeezes me in a hug. I slowly wrap my arms around her and hug back.
Is it sad that a woman I met only a day ago is more of a mother to me than my own?
I let go and smile softly before turning around and walking out of the kitchen.
“Vaeh, don’t go!” A voice screams and small arms latch around my waist.
“I have to. Sorry, Kid.” I chuckle, ruffling Danny’s hair. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
He sighs dramatically. “Okay!”
I chuckle as he stomps into the kitchen, demanding Tanya to let me live here.
I wish I could, Danny Boy.
“Boys, you wouldn’t mind going to the grocery store for me, would you?” Tanya walks into the living room.
“Of course not, mum.” Noah smiles at her.
Huh, he’s a momma’s boy.
“Sure, Tanya!” Max and Dylan exclaim in unison.
“Nevaeh, you should come with us!” Max shouts, turning to me excitedly.
I shrug. “Nah.”
“Please!”
“Ma-”
“PLEASE!”
“Fine.”
“YAY!”
Tanya smiles at me before walking back into the kitchen.
“We should stop by Nevaeh’s house first.” Noah pipes up, making everyone look at him.
“Why?” Dylan asks in confusion.
“So she can get changed.” Noah rolls his eyes. “I don’t think she wants to walk around in sweatpants that could fall down any second.”
“Huh, pretty boy isn’t as dumb as he looks.” I shrug, walking out of the house, hearing Max and Dylan burst into laughter. I can practically feel Noah glaring daggers into the back of my head.
Max pulls up to my house and parks at the side of the road. I hop out of the beat up jeep and walk up to my front door, unlocking it and going inside.
I see my mother passed out on the couch with an empty bottle of beer in one hand and a burned out cigarette in the other..
I shake my head, sighing. What’s new?
I rush up to my room, changing into a pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top, and my hoodie.
I go back downstairs and jot down a note.
Gone to outer space. Be back before dinner.
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Chapter 10
-Santa Clause
I’m probably going to get my ass beat for this when I get back home.
I roll up my sleeve and look at the scars and cigarette burns.
I sigh and pull my sleeve back down, running out of the house and to Max’s jeep, which he named Stella- hopping inside.
I still don’t know why he would name his jeep Stella.
“Guys, we should make this more interesting.” Max speaks up as we walk in through the automatic doors of the supermarket.
“Keep talking, idiot.” Dylan rolls his eyes as Max pauses dramatically.
“We split into pairs and get one half of the lost each. Which ever team gets all their items first, wins and the loser buy them lunch.” Max explains.
“I’m in!” Dylan exclaims.
“Sure.” I agree.
“Whatever.” Noah shrugs.
“Alright, teams, me and Dylan, Noah and Nevaeh!”
“Why do I have to be stuck with the grumpy little dwarf?” I question, crossing my arms.
“Why don’t you make like Snow White and eat a poison apple? That way I won’t have to listen to your annoying ass.” Noah bites back.
“This is why you two are partners.” Max says. “Maybe you’ll learn to stop arguing.”
“Or maybe they won’t.” Dylan states as he and Max watch Noah and Nevaeh fight over who has to push the trolley.
“This is what you call a compromise?”
“Yup.”
T
“I still have no idea how you got me to push you around in the trolley.” Noah grumbles as I knock a bag off flour off the shelf and into the trolley.
“Neither do I.” I admit. “But it all works out. You push me around in the trolley, and I knock whatever the hell we need off the shelves and into the trolley.”
“Mhmm.” He hums sarcastically as I push a box of Fruit Loops into the trolley. “That wasn’t even on the list.”
“Too bad.” I say instantly, pushing a bag of chips into the trolley.
“That wasn’t on the list either.”
“Does it look like I care?” I question, pointing to my face.
“I wouldn’t know. Most of your face is covered by that hood.” He states, making me mentally face palm myself.
“Shut up.”
“And the ‘Comeback of the Century‘ award goes to, the idiot in the trolley.” He rolls his eyes for the umpteenth time this morning.
“And the ‘Dickhead of the Century‘ award goes to the dickhead behind the trolley.” I mock him, pushing a can of cooking spray into the trolley.
“That actually was on the list.”
“HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD…”
BANG
FIZZ
POP
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Chapter 10
“…am I dead?”
I’m suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them.
My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn’t fallen off through all of that.
