Gwen

Raven Hill Gwen Harris by Melinda Marie Alexander

“Hey, how was your first day?”

I glanced over my shoulder, my cousin Gwen was standing in the doorway with her arms folded.

“Don’t ask,” I pouted.

“What happened? And don’t give me the same line of crap you just fed Gram and your mother,” I bit my bottom lip.

“I can’t tell you,” she walked over to the other chair and sat down. “Why not?” she gave me a look, and I knew she wasn’t going to stop asking me, unless I told her the truth. Crap! What do I do now?

I leaned forward. “I can’t tell you. If I tell you, I’d have to kill you,” I was serious for about a second and then I laughed.

“Very funny,” she frowned. “Well, are you going to tell me or what?” she grabbed a chocolate chip cookie and started eating it.

“It’s not a big deal,” I broke my cookie in half and dunked one of the halves in my coffee milk and then took a bit. “It was an accident,” I dunked the other half and quickly took a bite before it got too soggy and fell into my milk.

“Who pushed you?” she raised her eyebrow and made a face.

 

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