Chapter 2 2

The moment I opened my eyes, I moaned because I was still as exhausted as I had been the moment I had truly gone to sleep the previous evening. After retrieving my phone from the table that was adjacent to my bed, I attempted to turn it on, but it was not functioning properly because I had not connected it.

When I stood up, I stretched out my arms and took the bottle of pills that was sitting on the table next to my bed. I then swallowed two of them. When I opened my door, I was immediately greeted by the aroma of pancakes, which was the most delightful smell I could ever imagine. As I made my way downstairs, I became aware of mutterings emanating from the kitchen. I made my way into the hallway in order to have a better view of the remainder of the apartment.

The layout of the house was designed in such a way that as soon as you stepped downstairs, you would be able to see the front entrance. If you turned left, you would find yourself in a large space that was divided into the living room and the kitchen. You would have been greeted by a study, a dining room that had only really been used as a dining room if we had guests, and the downstairs bathroom. Built-in off of the kitchen was a small pantry where we stored a vacuum, cleaning supplies, and a few other things. If you had turned right at the staircase, you would have been greeted by these rooms.

Once I entered the kitchen, I immediately came to a halt when I noticed that there were seven pairs of eyes on me, one of which was Lucas's. I caught myself staring back at them, and all of a sudden, I felt extremely self-conscious and out of place.

"Qui es-tu?" In French, I inquired, but I wonder why I did so.

"What?" Lucas inquired about it. "Why are you speaking French?"

I gave a sigh of relief. Immediately, I became acutely aware of how I appeared to others.

"Who is that?" "What are you doing?" a blonde boy questioned, almost drooling.

"Are we missing something?" A young lady with orange hair inquired.

My sister, Cahlia, is the one in question. Tell me, what are you doing? It was a sigh.

"Please accept my apologies; nonetheless, I was unaware that I was not permitted to come downstairs. Do I have to stay in my room forever?" As I did so, I placed my hand on my chest.

"Wait, Lucas, you have a sister?" While pointing a finger between Lucas and me, a young man with black hair and a jaw that was slightly uneven made the statement.

"Yes, I do; apparently a half-naked one."

When I looked down at my body, I noticed that although it appeared that I was half naked, I was actually wearing shorts; however, they were not visible since I was wearing a much longer sweater. It was a pair of knee-high socks that I was wearing. When I pulled my sweater up just a little bit, my shorts were hanging out.

"I'm wearing shorts, your asshole." In response, I let my jumper slide back down to the ground.

Because they were crowded around the island that was located in the middle of the room, it was only possible for me to grab what I wanted by approaching close to them, which was a perilous situation.

Because their aroma was so potent, it was the only thing that I could think of at the time. As I walked by them and toward a cabinet, I let out a sigh and searched through the cabinets, but I was unable to locate the item that I was looking for.

Even after looking in another one, I was unable to find anything. In frustration, I let out a grunt.

"What are you even looking for?" Lucas inquired about it.

"Vodka." After a groan, I shut another cabinet and walked away.

The vodka? It is eleven o'clock in the morning. As someone put it,

"Eleven?" I slept for a total of fourteen hours. The bottle of neat vodka that I was looking for was in the cabinet, and I took it out. "Ah." When I jumped up onto the counter and opened the bottle, I took a sip of it and then looked about at the other people, who were all staring at me. I said this as I opened the bottle. "What?"

"Do you realize that this is the reason why you were expelled in the first place? " As my mother would say, it's an odd behavior." The eyes of Lucas were rolled.

"Well, I don't give a flying fuck what mom says." With a sardonic smile, I smiled. "Where is she?" I inquired about it.

"Get to work. All in all, these are my close companions."

It all began with Lucas.

When I was gone, you found new pals, didn't you? What happened to the child who was a threat to everyone because of his IED? As I had hoped, I smiled gently, which caused him to become irritated.

The eyes of Lucas were rolled. According to him, "That's Oliver," he pointed at the boy with dark hair and an uneven jaw, "That's Lyra," he pointed at the girl with orange hair, "That's Thomas," he pointed at a boy with brown hair, "That's Isaac," he pointed at the boy with blonde hair, "That's Malia," he pointed at a girl with short brown hair, and "And... That's Elijah." The boy who was standing next to him was the one he was pointing to, and throughout the entire time I was there, they had been giving each other tiny side looks.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you all. I have no idea why you'd be friends with my little brother, but tu fais toi, I guess." Before putting the bottle to my mouth and taking another drink, I began by raising the bottle to my lips and raising a toast to them.