Through the Mist

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"Do we have any food in this house at all?" Rose asked irritably the next morning.

"I'm sorry, honey, I haven't had time to get to the store, yet. Hopefully I'll be able to get something today, after Alex's appointment, I check over the first draft of the newspaper, and- oh, Alex's appointment! I need to get the insurance information sorted out so he can actually have an appointment...oh dear, did I even pay the insurance bill this month?” She rambled on, more to herself than to Rose.

Christina sighed. “I have some money babysitting the twins. I can get us something at 7-11 or something on the way to school.”

“Ok, this is not The freakin Boxcar Children, you don’t need to “mother hen” me. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” Rose said, picking up her backpack, opening the back door and walking out into the alley.

Christina rolled her eyes, “She is such a drama queen, I was just trying to be nice.”

“I know, honey, but the strain is affecting all of us differently, just let her sort through it all her way, ok?”

“Whatever, I have to get going if I’m going to stop somewhere to get breakfast.” Christina said, somewhat annoyed.

“I’m sorry, I really am, I didn’t want it to be this way, Chrissy.” Her mother said, weakly.

Christina looked back at her mom and realized how much stress and pain she was in right now. She sighed and said as kindly as possible. “I know, mom, its ok.”


“Hey there, delinquent.” Jackson said, shoving her a little.

“Whoops.” Christina said, glancing at her watch. She had missed first period.

“Yeah, I had to grab a muffin on the way and I guess I got a little sidetracked.” She said, lowering her voice. “I stopped at the bank, Jackson. We have no money left at all, our home is being foreclosed.”

Jackson ran his fingers through his shaggy hair. “I guess you’ll have to come stay at my place, I don’t know how you guys are going to fit though...”

Christina cringed as she thought about the tiny apartment Jackson shared with his father, when he was around that is. Jackson didn’t exactly have a stable living situation either. His mom was in jail for possession and his dad technically had custody but he was barely there. That was partly why he understood what Christina was going through.

“Are you sure? Even without your dad, we’re still going to be cramped, we’ll be sleeping in your kitchen/living room/dining room, plus all our, no its fine, you don’t want to deal with all that. ” Christina said, firmly, making up her mind.

“Come on, Christina, I finally get the chance to repay you for all the times you kept me at your house when my dad got bad, and you’re going to deny it to me?”

“This will never work! Where is all our stuff going to go, where is all *your* stuff going to go? Where-”

“Then it’s settled, you’ll come to my house until your mom finds somewhere else.” Jackson interrupted firmly, taking her hand. “Now come on, we’re late for English.”
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