Max heard someone coming and quickly washing her face in the water fall, she shook the droplets of water from her hands and turne dto see South approaching,
"Hi, what do you want?" she asked, wiping her hands on her pants.
"Dinner's ready. Your mom sent me to get you." South said, looking up towards her. He reached to brush a little bit of his blue hair out of his eyes.
"Ph, yeah dinner." Max said,s he started to walk back, shoving her hands in her pockets.
"Lyle home?" she asked nervously. Max was nervous for three reasons, one was Lyle, the other was guilt from stealing objects and selling them, the last one was whats he heard about Reagan being sick.
South's head lowered and he stuck his hands in his pockets. "Yeah." He humbled, voice small.
Max nodded, she walked to the house, her mother had heated up last night's meal. Everyone else was already seated. Max sat down next to Lyle like she had last night. She took a very small serving of food and bread.
South took very small portions of the food and he ate them in silence. The happiness from playing with the children had diminished with Lyle so near.
Max nervously ate, she hoped her parents hadn't discovered what she'd done. Max knew Amos and her mother would be angry and wouldn't approve of her stealing. But Max didn't want to sell the farm, sh edidn't want to have to move, change lives and everything. She also wanted Reagan to get better, she was worried about her little half sister, not knowing what was wrong with her.
South ate quickly and quietly, glancing at Lyle every now and then.
((I'll respond when I think of what to say...sorry I'm really tired right now. Um if haven't responded by tomorrow night bump this up please? I have a busy day tomorrow, but I'll try and respond.))
((Alright. :) Sorry for not being on much. My little sister is making things diffiult with our family.))
((OK, sorry I'll repsond when I think of what to say...I'm feeling rather...uncreative right now...
Sorry to hear that hope your family works things out.))
((That's okay. I hope we work it out too.))
((I'm sick...sorry if this is a wierd post.))
Max was going to bed now, dinner was finished, the kitchen was clean, she'd done her homework.
Max turned teh Christmas lights on and then lay down in bed, staring at the cieling. She had to have a plan to continue her little escapades. She couldn't get caught stealing she also had to find more valuble thingsto steal.
((No problem, I understand. :) Get well soon. ))
South did his homework quickly and quietly. Though he struggled over math. But he did his best, and soon, he was quietly coloring.
Max tossed and turned in her bed, she felt guilty for stealing but also she thought it was the only thing she could do. After all she was too busy on the farm to get a job adn earn money and they needed money.
It was late at night when Max heard someone come into their room. She kenw by the little bell on the door ringing.
South looked up from his coloring book, startled at the sound of the bell. He froze, nervously clutching at the crayon in his hand.
Max sat up, Lyle had come in. He headed straight over to Max adn sat on the edge of her bed,
"Maxie, sweetheart I know where you were this afternoon." he whipsered so only she could hear. Max stared quietly. Max lay down quietly, nervously,
"I won't tell anyone, just stop avoiding me, sweetheart." Lyle added, patting her cheek. Max nodded and stayed quiet.
South held perfectly still on his bed, gripping his crayon even tighter. Maybe if he didn't move, Lyle wouldn't see him there.
Max held perfectly still, staring at the Christmas lights above her until Lyle got up, he glanced over at South's bed and then walked over. Bending over he plucked the crayon out of the boy's hand,
"How many times have I told you not to play with stupid children's things?" he asked, snapping the crayon in half he walked out of the room. The belll jingled as he shut the door behind him.
South flinched away from Lyle and hugged his coloring book. He watched with humiliated hurt as Lyle snapped his crayon and left.
He started to hug himself and rock himself quietly, closing the book. No longer feeling like coloring.