Middles
Mitchell looked George straight in the eye. 'You have to do it. You have to.'
George stepped back. 'What? No Mitchell, no. I can't do it! Not again.'
'You don't have a choice, mate. You're the reason were in this situation in the first place...' Mitchell scrunched his eyes shut. He regretted the words as soon as he said them. George crossed his arms.
'So that's it then. I'm to be held accountable for the things it does when it's a full moon; things I have no control over whatsoever.'
'George, I'm not saying that.'
'Yes. Yes, you are Mitchell. You think that this mess is all my fault even though it was entirely your idea.'
'You agreed to it too!'
Annie smacked her hands together. 'Boys!'
Both George and Mitchell turned to her. 'For goodness sake, I'll sit in the middle.'
George shook his head. 'Annie. You don't have to...'
Annie swept past him and sat in the hard wooden centre of the cushion-less lounge. The two boys looked at each other before sitting on the sagging fabric either side.
'When are we getting a new lounge?' Annie asked after a few minutes.
'Wednesday.'
'Good.'