Braylan returned back from school, not knowing what to expect. He unlocked the door and entered the house. The ground floor was empty. He didn't spot Jayden anywhere, so he climbed up, kind of hoping to not run into Jayden. Twice in two days Jayden had shouted on him. It rarely happened in months and never this often. He climbed the stairs silently and reached the landing. Jayden's door was wide open and he was sitting on his own bed. Braylan blinked several times to make sure he was awake and not dreaming. There was no way Jayden could have managed that task all by himself. This image sent chills throught his spine and he walked briskly towards his room. He dropped his bagpack, took a very quick shower, changed into fresh clothes, threw his socks in the pile of undone laundry, grabbed his bagpack once again, and walked out of his room as quietly as possible. He thought he had won this race when-
"Where are you going, Braylan!" Jayden's voice rang across the hallway.
