Chapter 7

I walked aimlessly around the kitchen, trying to decide if I want to raid the fridge or throw a guard out the window. My parents got a new table, so I probably shouldn't throw the guard out that window. I groaned and yanked the fridge door open, I grinned when I found a whole thing of icing. My life is now complete, kind of. I snatched it from the fridge and quickly grabbed a spoon, I moaned when I shoved a spoonful in my mouth.

"Are you eating my icing?"

I spun around to see my mother staring at me with her arms folded across her chest, her foot was tapping against the ground. My eyes were wide, but I slowly took another spoonful out and shoved it in my mouth.

"Maybe." I mumbled.

She raised an eyebrow before chuckling and shaking her head, she grabbed her own spoon and scooped up some icing. We silently ate icing for a while until she cleared her throat and frowned.

"How's Samuel?" she whispered.

I let out a sigh, "He's...really quiet."