Ch2: Noah
"Clayton, no elbows on the dining table!" Clay's mother scolded. He did not take his elbows off the table. "Clayton, no elbows on the table." His fake father yawned. He didn't really yawn, though. He was much too proper. Clay immediately took his elbows off the table and sat up straight. "Yes, Father," Clay's mother glared enviously at his step-father. His mother had been his mother for his whole life, but even after three years, he did not know much about his step-father. To be honest, he was a bit afraid of him. Clay did like his mother, but he didn't often listen to her. There was a clink to the right of Clay. He looked up. His step-brother, Noah, had just finished eating. Clay quickly finished his cereal(much too improper for his step-father, who was eating steak first thing in the morning) and set down his spoon. "May we be excused?" Noah asked. Their mother nodded. Clay gave ...