incomplete | short story

4

           "It's my turn!"

           "Correction- it is"

           "You're no fair, Marcel!"

           "I am tons of fun"

She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

           "Just pass the milk"

           "You did not say please"

She frowned at him. He was so much like his brother yet so different.

           "Are you okay?"

           "I-I do not know"

           "What do you mean?"

           "I-I am not sure.. I do not have my dictionary"

He frowned. Knowing that your best friend can't talk properly is disappointing- especially when she used to talk until her face got red. She felt so lost and speechless- something she wasn't very often.

           "Jen"

She hesitated before answering.

           "Uh..Mar-Marcel?"

           "Let's go"

           "W-where?"

           "I'm taking you shopping"

He drove them both to the mall in his car. As they both cowarded by the sides, Harry and his gang spotted them.

           "Hey baby girl, surprised you even go places besides that shitty old library"

She hid behind her best friend while Harry cussed and spat at them. He grabbed his brothers wrist and kind of tossed him aside. She was shaking and her already shallow breathing hitched in her throat when Marcel's head hit the wall. He fell unconscious on the floor and Harry's eyes widened.

            "Shit"

Harry and his gang began running towards the exit. She tried pulling him up, but she fell too.

           "Here, let me help"