I pop a handful of Cheerios into my mouth and threaten, “It’s under my name, so step back, or I’m gonna tell Mom.”
My brother snorts loudly and crosses his arm, “Then what, I’m gonna get a spanking?”...
I scurried to the front gate clumsily so that I could at least pretend I couldn’t hear her. I pulled on my shoes hastily, adjusted the straps of my bag frantically again and yes, just in time –
“Another energy...
There was no time to grab the rest of my things. They screamed at me in our living room. His living room. My books were still spread on his coffee table. My Mother’s lamp was lighting the corner, brightening photos of us I was trying to...