chapter 26-21.1kHz

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Hey guys...
Listen, today there's a story about frequencies and stuff. I don't know the exact measure of frequencies and it might be diffrent in my country, but what I wrote... Just try to move on even when some parts aren't true, okay?
Okay
Bye, I love you all truly.

Scott's POV

"We're home!!" Mitch hollered.

"Hello." Mom's voice rang out.

I raised an eyebrow. Hello? Was that it?

"Kirstie honey may I talk to you for a second?" Dad's voice rang out as well. Dad was home?
That was unusual.

Kirstie opened our parent's room door and walked in.

Mitch walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Scottttyyy." He moaned. I kissed his head.

"Mom's acting wierd." He said after kissing me. I nodded. "I know right."

"I don't know why." He looked disturbed and I didn't want him going through anything at his state.

"Don't worry. I'm sure it's nothing." I assured him.

Then we heard screaming. It was Kirstie.

Mitch started towards his parent's room, but I knew better. It was her real scared scream. I didn't want Mitch to get hurt. I was going in.
I held Mitch back. "Wait."

There was silence and a moment later, Kirstie sagged out the door. She didn't look at us.

"K?" I called.

She looked at me with sad eyes.
She didn't say a word.

"Kirstie?" Mitch sounded conserned. "Kat??"

Kirstie smiled at us, her eyes sad.
Then she walked into her room.
I looked at Mitch. He shrugged.
We went in our parent's room. "Mom?" He called.

"Mitch get your things out." Mom said.

"Out of where, exactly?" Mitch asked.

"Out of your room." dad said from across the room.

"Why?"

"You'll have your own room from now on." he said sternly. "So move out."

"Dad I don't need my own room." Mitch said, trying to read their expressions.

"I said, move out." Dad declared, his eyes flashing.

"Dad..."

"NOW." Mitch looked at me and I started.

"Mom-"

"Scott do as we say." she had no laugh in her voice. Her eyes were ice.
We walked out, defenceless.

"What do you think is wrong?" Mitch asked, looking worried. I shrugged.

"I don't know, but please don't worry." I said.
"I don't want you to be upset."

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