flashbacks ( critique?? )

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hey guise
i know i know
what is this crap right ??
its a story k
oh my what a marvelous tune it was the best night never could forget how he moved~
please excuse the random lyrics
k no posting please
thanks much bbys xoxo

“Mom says come inside.” I ignored the voice, instead turning to snap a photo of the treehouse. It was dark against the snowy white sky, and I mentally congratulated myself.

“Reese!” my sister moaned again, tugging at my sleeve. I shook my arm free of her and walked a few steps before wheeling around to face her.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her dark eyes were narrowed in annoyance. Riley was small for a thirteen-year-old, reaching only to about my waist; or maybe I was just tall. She rolled her eyes at me, and then said, “If you don’t come inside right now, you’ll miss dinner.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Since when do we have dinner?”

Riley shrugged. “I dunno. Mom said it was important though, she won’t tell why.” She paused for a moment, training her eyes on my camera, before they rose to meet mine yet again. “Do you think maybe… maybe he…?”

I sighed, then crouched down and kissed her cheek. “Let’s go inside.” Riley looked at me, tears glittering on her lashes, before she began to walk toward the house, me on her tail.

The two of us stepped over the threshold and into the house, and immediately I knew something was up. Someone was laughing, and I immediately assumed it was Mom before brushing the thought aside. Mom never laughs anymore, and certainly not like that. I didn’t look for her though. I kicked off my shoes instead, closing my eyes and sighing as the worn leather slipped of my blistered feet. Times like these, I wish I actually had shoes that fit me. My jacket easily slid off of my small shoulders, and as it did so, I found my eyes wandering over to the mirror down the hall.

The girl standing in the mirror was not me, couldn’t be me. Her eyes were wide and a brilliant green, but her face was dark and sad. Two months ago, the girl in the mirror was different. She was grinning, her eyes even smiled. A man usually stood at her side, smiling as well, and the two looked happy. Carefree. Of course, that never lasted.

I shuddered before turning away from the mirror. I could still hear the laughter, and it sounded as if it was coming from down the hall. I bit my lip, hurrying to discover the source of that wonderful sound.

Our dining room table had two extra places made up. My mother and Riley were sitting in theirs, and two were empty, but the two extra seats, the ones we never used, were made up and people sat in them. I stared at them blankly, trying to understand who they were. Dimly, I recognized the boy from somewhere, but I wasn’t sure where.

I slid into my seat, and my mother looked up, a small smile on her face. The table had grown silent at my appearance, and Riley excused herself to use the bathroom quietly. “Reese,” my mother began, “This is Mr. Hunt and his son Dillon. This is my daughter, Reese.” Dillon Hunt. I knew him; he was in my English class. He sat in the very front, and was always being called on. I stared at him, confused as to why he was here, until someone cleared their throat.

“You can, er, just call me Alex,” Mr. Hunt spoke, and I glanced over at him before nodding and flashing him a prize-winning smile. He smiled back.

“I believe you’ve met Dillon before?” Mom’s stare bored into the side of my head, and I turned to meet her gaze. She was giving me one of those looks, ordering me to be good unless I wanted to sleep on the front porch tonight.

“No!” I said, at the same time as Dillon said “yes”. Our eyes met, and for the rest of dinner, I avoided his eyes. Because looking into his eyes scared me; he looked at me like he knew my secrets, like he saw into my soul. Am I that easy to read?