Chapter 3 Something strange.

Ella got home and was surprised at how tired she was even though she didn't do much at school anyway.

"I didn't even do anything at school and am this tired." She stretched her body as she thought aloud.

She looked at the clock, it was 4:39 and Angie was supposed to be back. She didn't feel hungry. She went into the room and was angry at what she saw.

Angie's clothes were lying around on the floor.

"God! What a mess." She went over to her corner and sat on her bed.

She checked her facebook account and she saw nothing but two notifications but no new friend requests. She hissed and dropped her phone. Nothing new about facebook. She lay on the bed and didn't know when she slept off.

**

During supper, Angie was talking nonstop about her nursing practice.

"Mum, you should have seen me. God!, Even Alicia and Frank complimented me."

"Who are they, your trainers?" Theresa asked on purpose. She obviously knew her daughter's trainers.

"No, Alicia is the girl who Angie wants to join her squad and Frank is the guy that Angie likes." Ella laughed as she answered.

Angie doesn't laugh as her Mum gives her a hard look.

"Hmm."

"That's not true, Mum." Angie tried defending herself. "I don't want to join any squad."

"But you do like Frank." Ella smiled. "His cute but he has large eyes with his huge mouth."

"Would you stop talking?" Angie was getting mad.

"Ok." Ella said as she put up her hands to indicate that she had given up. "Mum, when is Mike coming back?"

"Soon dear. I talked to him last night and he said he would come back soon." Theresa explained to her daughters.

"But soon is not even a specific date." Ella grumpled.

"That's what he said, dear. We will waits for his arrival." Theresa looked at Ella and knew she wasn't happy about the news at all. "How was school?"

"Nothing new just the boring, usual stuff we do."

Theresa knew how her daughter usually acts. "You can join your sister if you want."

"What!" Angie looked up from her from her plate.

"No, no." Ella disagreed. "Thanks for the suggestion. "I'd rather sleep all day."

"That's a nice suggestion, I think you should sleep all day." Angie said. "Thanks Mum, for the food."

"You're welcome." Theresa answered. "You guys know I won't be back from work early tomorrow so you guys should decide who's going to cook."

"Am not cooking." Angie argued.

"Well, it's certainly not me." Ella argued too.

"Well, it's going to be one of you. So decide now." Theresa said and left them for the kitchen.

"Am not coming back straight he after practice, so you will cook." Angie said and ran off to her room.

"Great." Ella murmured.

**

"Mum, Dad. I have a party I want to attend this night." Tony said at dinner.

Francis took a heavy breath. He knew that this was not going to end well.

"You just for back from school not too long ago." Deborah, his mother answered him.

Deborah was a beautiful woman who believes in hardwork. She had hazel eyes and was loved by all. Her straight hair made her even more attractive.

"You can't just leave again." Deborah continued.

"Which party, Son?" John asked not looking up from his plate of food. He didn't seem to be in a good mood since he came back from James'.

"It's a friend party." Tony slowly answered. He, like his father, had dark brown eyes and obviously wasn't the quiet one from the two brothers.

It was Francis who took after his mother with her hazel eyes and lovely lips which made him handsome. Even before they moved into this town, he had numerous encounter with girls.

"I hope it's safe." John asked. "You can go."

Deborah was surprised at this, "How can you ask him to go." She then turned to Tony. "We just moved in recently, how come you have made friends who you can really trust, and what is the time for the party."

"It's 9." Tony answered. He wasn't pleased with the questions rather he looked really uncomfortable about them.

"But dear.."

"But Mum, you were the one who always told me to go and make friends and now that I have friends, you are not happy about it."

"It's not like that, Tony." Deborah was trying to explain. "You can't really trust anyone."

"Let him go. It doesn't hurt to go to a party."

"Thanks Dad." Tony said and went into his room. He had to pick out some clothes if hr was going to looked dope.

Francis who didn't understand what was going on wanted to stand up and leave too when his Mum asked him.

"How was school today, Francis?"

"It was ok, Mum."

"I hope you are not finding it difficult to cope."

"Not really." Francis couldn't tell if that was the truth or a lie. He just didn't want his mother to worry. He had noticed that she had been stressed for the past two weeks. He didn't know the reason for this, but he just wanted his mother to be happy.

The environment was tensed and everyone could feel it.

"You shouldn't have let him go to that party." Deborah confronted her husband. She had lowered her voice so as not to worsen the matter.

"Why? It's just a party. His not going there to do anything wrong like most people." John argued. Francis couldn't place what exactly it was but something was wrong with his parents.

"I noticed that you have been upset and I don't know what the problem is but you shouldn't put out your frustration on us." Deborah tried to explain.

"What do you mean by that?" John looked up from his plate for the first time since this conversation.

"You know what I mean. You know exactly what I mean." Doborah answered, she wasn't happy.

At this point, Francis got up and and left the dinning to his room. It would be rude to just sit there or so he thought.

"I knew this wouldn't end well." He thought to himself. "Tony shouldn't have talked about this.

He was going into his room but as he passed his brother's room, he heard him humming. He was happy that he was going to this party. He had recently started going out to parties like they mean everything to him.