Mischief Madness Novels & Stories

The moment it settled in place, Elias came barreling in like a cannonball. The vase crashed under the impact, shattering instantly. Time seemed to freeze. I closed my eyes and whispered two desperate words, "Get out." At dinner, my mother noticed my sour mood and asked what had happened. Normally, Elias would have been the first to start chattering, but he was unusually quiet. My mother grew more suspicious, her gaze flicking between us, and she nudged my arm, lowering her voice. "What happened? Did you and Elias fight? Oh, come on, you two should get along. Whatever it is, tell me. Maybe I can help fix it."