Chapter {O6} Childish

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“I’m not really that great with horror movies either.” He said to Ann.

I awaited Ann’s reply with anticipation.

“It’s okay, you’ll be fine.” Ann replied, biting into an apple that magically appeared out of nowhere.

What a stubborn mule.

I began to sniffle and fake-cry to show my disapproval, which earned me a very flat look from Ann and a laugh from Leo. Things just keep getting better.


I ran out of school once the final bell rang, not even bothering to bring home any of my textbooks, so that I could take a long nap in preparation for the movie night tomorrow. After that movie, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to sleep for a few nights. Might as well catch up on sleep now.

Unfortunately, my plan wasn’t going to go through because as soon as I walked in the front door, I was greeted with about a dozen cardboard boxes, all neatly lined up and stacked against the hallway, up to the staircase, blocking any means of escape to my room.

“Mom?” I called out in confusion.

“What’s with all the boxes?” I asked, climbing over a box to get to the kitchen where I saw a light on.

I stepped into the kitchen where I saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table on phone with someone. She looked up when I walked in and flashed me a brief smile before she resumed the phone call with whoever it was.

I sat down across from her and patiently waited for her to finish, idly playing with my hair to keep myself busy in the meantime.

I heard her end the call after a few moments, and she placed her phone down the table before she turned her attention to me.

“So, how was school today?” She asked in a very motherly tone.

“It was fine.” I answered like I always did.

“Why are there so many boxes in the hallway?”

“David’s moving in today.” My mother answered with pride.

“I thought he was moving in next week!” I cried, taken aback by her answer. I wanted my final week of peace!

“Calm down, honey. We just thought it would be easier if he moved in earlier. That way, there’ll be more time for you two to get to know each other.” She replied simply.

“Why are you making such an effort for me to get to know him better? You were never like this with your previous boyfriends.” I asked, exasperated.

My mom opened her mouth to answer when a loud crash, followed by a yelp of pain, from above us cut her off.

We both stared at each other, wide-eyed, for a moment, before my mom spoke.

“I think that was David.” She said, her eyes still wide. I laughed at her expression.

“Maybe you should go help him out.” She finished.

I was about to protest, but my mom sent me a warning glance, so I obliged with a groan and left the kitchen.

I climbed over a few boxes, and made it back to the front door where the staircase to the second floor was located.

After a few minutes of struggling and smashing into random boxes, I made it up the staircase and to the big, open hallway that was my second floor.

I had assumed that David would be moving into my mom’s room, so I was a bit puzzled when I saw that the door to the room was closed.

I opened the door and peered in, and saw that everything was the way it always was; clean and organized. No David in sight.

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