Every man for himself

This is fictional. Never happened. Sorry if there are any grammar flaws since I wrote this in a hurry because all the ideas just came flowing out of my brain. Sorry if there are any flaws involving the girls since I originally was going to use four, but that was too many to describe and name and two is enough hopefully.

A day before my mom had left for our grandfather’s funeral. Not wanting to take us out of school she left Mia in charge, but apparently only Louis and I saw this as a mistake. It was now Friday and Miles and I were cowering in the basement playing video games that had bored us to tears hours ago. We wouldn’t have to be down here if Mia hadn’t forced us away while her and her girlfriend chatted loudly upstairs.

“Kyle,” Louis says under his breath. Although there is no chance they can hear us.
“What?” I say, killing his avatar on the game while he is preoccupied.
“I’m hungry,” he complains. Louis is two years younger than me, which makes him twelve and me fourteen and although he tried to show off how tough he was he was as transparent as a piece of glass.
“Eat something from the stash,” the stash I’m referring to is one I kept in case of emergencies like this, but when Louis goes to check it it’s all empty.
“Of course it is,” I mumble.

For the next ten minutes I plot a scheme to make it to the fridge without getting caught. Since the stairway is to the right of the kitchen and the couch of the living room is on the left turned away from us we might just make it. Once we know what to do the plan is set in motion and there is no turning back. I hand one of the old ski masks I used for Halloween with my friends and put on my own.

“I feel so badass,” Louis whispers. If this were any other case I would have pummeled him for cursing, but little did he know he was my bait if we got caught and I was giving him a chance at last words.