Chapter3

#Chapter3

The party

Ryker

When we got home, we strolled into the kitchen, and mom looked up from doing dishes.

/"How was school, boys?/"

/"Same old shit, different day,/" Ryder said.

He opened the fridge and searched for food.

I leaned against the counter as Dad walked in and smacked Ryder upside the head.

/"What did I tell you about your language?/"

/"Not to get caught./"

/"One of these days, your mouth will get you into trouble./"

Dad kissed mom as he pulled out pans to start dinner.

/"What about you, Ryker?/" Mom asked.

/"It was okay,/" I said.

/"By the way, there’s a party tonight,/" Ryder said.

He leaned on the counter.

/"Whose party?/" Dad asked.

/"Melanie’s./"

/"Ryder, I hate that girl./"

/"Yeah, well, I like her,/" he said with a retort.