A/N: I decided to write my Jagten or The Hunt story and I started a new category in case anyone wanted to write anything for it as well. And I know that I have other stories still to finish. Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone it's all Thomas Vinterberg's.
"Klara, dinner's ready!" I sigh to myself as I get up and make my way down the hall to where the kitchen was.
"Hi Klara," Lucas says smiling.
"Hi Lucas," I say taking my seat. We pass food around and once we're all situated we start eating. Lucas and my dad mostly talk while my mom and I eat. "I'm full," I announce.
"Klara, you barely ate anything."
"I ate earlier with my friends," I shrug. I see my mom's eyes go to Lucas. "Not this fucking shit again," I mutter getting up. "What is it going to take for you to believe us, nothing ever fucking happened. It's been ten years now Mom."
"We believe you," she says.
"Then don't look at him like it's his fault that I don't want to eat anymore. I told you I ate earlier. If I had known we were having company I would have declined food at Pelle's."
"How's he doing?" Lucas asks breaking the awkward tension.
"He's good. He has decided he might want to be a teacher like you," I say nodding at him. "Can I go back to my room now? I have homework to do."
"Go on," my dad says.
"Theo," my mom starts.
"Agnes, she's a teenage girl, why would she want to sit through an entire dinner with us. Besides she has homework," I hear them start to argue. I go back to my room and put my headphones on drowning them out. I wipe away my silent tears trying to hold them in.