This is all officially weird. Not even kidding. It's been a week and nothing has happened. No beatings. No verbal attacks. Nothing.

Nada.

So you can imagine why I'm currently on a thin string that probably should have snapped, oh I don't know, the first day Anne was here. But it hasn't so far, so I'm just sitting on the edge of my metaphorical seat.

"Hey Max?" Anne asks popping her head into my room. "Can you help me cook?"

I give her a look that should say, "We've been over this before" but of course she doesn't get it and just looks at me expectantly. "Anne," I start, "Don't you remember last night? Or the night before? Or the night before that?" I ask.

She waves her hand like it's nothing, "Those were just accidents. Tonight's your night. I can feel it."

But Anne isn't too bad either, I guess. She's not a stick my nose in your business kind of person. Which is a plus, but if I end up burning the water (night numero uno) again, then I might just have to consider the fact that she may not be all there. And I've gotten eight hours of sleep. Eight. Do you know how amazing that is? Because if not than I pity you.

I walk down the stairs and enter the kitchen where I see Anne peering at a recipe. "Okay Max," She starts not even looking at me. "I need three medium sized potatoes. Then I need you to wash them and cut them into thin slices, okay?"

I nod my head despite the fact that she cat see me and enter the pantry. I bend down to get the potatoes and grab three of them. I'm about to stand up when something shiny catches my eye. I put the three potatoes on the ground and reach towards it.

It's in a vile and looks like sugar. Someone put a small label on it and I squint to make out the messily scrawled letters. And what I see makes me gasp in shock.

Smiles.

Oh, God, I think to myself. Oh my fucking, God.

Anne isn't some sort of good house wife.

Anne's a drug dealer.

A serious drug dealer. Who is living in a house with children. I put my hand up to my mouth to muffle anything that may come out.

"Max?" Anne asks, "Are you okay in there?"

"Y-Yeah!" I call putting the vile back where I found it. "I'll be in there in just a second!" I grab the potatoes and hurry into the kitchen.

I try to ignore the fact that I just saw real drugs (really real drugs that mess people up permanently) in the pantry where Angel and Gazzy go in on a regular basis and act as normal as possible.

I grab the potatoes and stand up quickly, abruptly leaving the pantry. "Sorry," I say to Anne who is now getting out ingredients for what looks like lasagna. "I got a bit distracted."

"What were you distracted by?" She asks not looking up from what she's doing.

Oh, you know the drug that could be fatal to my little brother and sister? I was distracted by that and learning that you're a drug deal. Nothing big. "Homework." I say, "Why do we need to keep reviewing the USA's revolt against Britain? We've been learning about it ever since I can remember."

I carefully grab a knife and start to cut the potatoes in to thin pieces.

"Ah, that sucks."

"Yup."

My phone rings loudly playing a very crackly version of a Paramore song. "Yello?"

"Max! Guess what?" She says perkily.

I expect her to go on but she's silent, "What?" I ask.

"Guess!"

"You saw a rabbit go down a hole and now you're battling the Queen of Hearts?"

"No! I got a date with Iggy!"

I shoot up on my bed and know that if I was drinking something I would have spit it back up. "Wh-what?" I sputter through the disbelief.

"I said-"

"I know. But...Iggy?" I say laying down in my orginal position.

I can practically see her blush through the phone. "Yeah," She mutters embarrassed. I laugh loudly at her sudden modesty. "Oh shut up! You would be acting the same way if you and Fang were going on a date!" She says making my cheeks flame a bright red. "Oh my gosh, you're totally blushing right now aren't you?" My silence is all the response she needs, "You are!"

"No I'm not!" I say in vain.

"Oh my gosh wait until Iggy hears this!" She says laughing. "And then he'll tell Fang and-holy shit this is funny! The great Maximum Ride blushing like a tomato! Maybe even a fire truck! What other tings are red-"

"Shut it!" I say practically yelling. "Listen I've gotta go, you can torture me later when I have the time." And with that I shut my phone before she can get in another word. Quite a feat if you ask me.

I don't think I really realized how much of a distraction Nudge's conversation was. Without her loud (and sometimes really annoying) talking I'm kinda, sort of, really forced to face my problems. Like Fang for one. Feelings? I ignored every single feeling from anyone except for Gazzy, Angel and Nudge, but now I'm getting all confused and having to deal stuff and it really just sucks.

Then we've got Jeb, the asshole that brings endless pain and torment to me. Except for when his drug selling, artificial, girlfriend shows up.

And finally we've got Anne. A drug dealer. A person who ruins other people's lives with drugs. And not just any drugs. The drugs that require labs and effort and a serious understanding of science and physics, not to mention the fact that they're practically in plain sight. What would happen if Angel or Gazzy ate them?

I turn around in my bed. They wouldn't eat something that they didn't what it was. Would they? I groan, of course they would their kids! I think to myself.

I turn around for one final time in the night and fall asleep to the thought that I really need to get them out of here before something bad happens.

Well there you have it! Chapter eleven! Bet you didn't expect that little twist in there did ya? And if this is terrible then I am one hundred and fifty-thousand percent sorry, I was in a bad mood. And this chapter is dedicated (yeah I know I never do dedications!) to theworldisnotending. She listened to me rant so thank you times a million! Aldo on a totally different side note the drug "Smiles" is real. I read about it and found out that it's really, really dangerous.

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