Chapter 6: My "Dead Aunt"

As we both wrote the poems Ben murmured.. "Enzo"
I glanced at the innocent looking boy.. "Yes?" I said as he wasn't even glancing at me, when he got my full attention..
"Which dead loved one are you writing to?" He asked me..
"To my.. Dead aunt" Oh fuck, I didn't even know who I'm really writing to! I'm just writing to a dead person randomly choosing sad and formal words to finish this poem.. fuck, I just lied to someone..
"How did she die?" He said as he continue on writing..
Shit, gotta make a lie again.. "Avalanche" I said quickly, since that was the first thing that came in my mind..
will Ben he believe such a obvious lie..?
To all liars..WHY DID I CHOSE AVALANCHE AS CAUSE OF HER DEATH?!
I'm just gonna make up a death and I still failed, do I really sucked that bad?
I went back into writing and just wrote it for my dead aunt, I don't even had a aunt in the first place..
but the teacher won't know right? I really just hope so..
I went back to writing pressured and my mind filled with thoughts scattered everywhere in my brain..
"Avalanche.. did she climbed on a snowy mountain?" He wandered..
"Y-Yeah.." I stuttered unsure..
"What mountain exactly? can you name it?" He asked still not gazing at me..
"N-No, I can't—It happened years ago so I didn't remember" I stuttered, trying to make a acceptable excuse..
"I see.. How old were you when that happened?" He said curiously..
damn.. was he really that curious? isn't it obvious that it's a lie?
"Umh.. seven" I tried to pick a young age, hope that's young enough..
"I see, your very young.. What's her name?"
"Um.. Aunt.. Jenny" Jenny.. what a weird name..
"Jenny, how old was she when she died"
"29?" I tried..
"Quit lying idiot" He chuckled a little..
he knew?!
"How did you—?!" I glanced at the boy in front of me swiftly..
"Let's see.. the stuttering and guessing and the excuse, is that enough for me to find out?" He glanced at me smiling slightly at me..
"S-Sorry.. " I murmured..
"No, it's fine I'm gonna let that slide.. are you gonna pass the poem and claim it was for your dead aunt?" He guessed..
"Yeah, is that okay for you?" I asked concerned..
"It's on you, I'm fine with whatever you do, just don't drag me in if the teacher caught you, okay?"
"Okay" I said as we both continue on writing and finishing our poems..
how embarrassing.. But he doesn't seem to be bother to the lies I made..
How calming of him...
He's calm and silent... and scary sometimes, like his little sister, Amanda..
But I'm fine with it to say, I can tell that we are gonna be friends..


this is rushed since I have classes but hope you enjoy..