That's not poison

Yep it was definitely poisoned, or so I thought.

"Oh hey, Calypso I thought you were going to study like you always do". He still doesn't know that I don't study when I come home from school, I just want to ignore and not see his face at all. "Yeah, I needed a break", I'd said not looking at his face but at the sweet smelling 'potion' he was brewing.

"So whose the food for?", I asked Frank knowing it was definitely not for my mom or anyone at home. "Oh it's for some of my friends that are coming over",he said like it was something normal when it was definitely not. Friends? I didn't know he had those I thought he was just some lonely ol' loser but I guess he just an ol' loser without the lonely, although I wonder why a group of people would want to associate themselves with that kind of guy and also how did he miraculously learn how to cook, he never got near the kitchen and when he did it was always a disaster, except he did it on purpose.

The food looked good and it was in a quite large amount but I refused to take a bite out of it, I will not be the first to take a bite out of poison, it might look nice and smell nice but it could still be bad, right? I'm not so sure about that.

I saw Frank making some calls in hiding, he was in the living room whispering into his phone and although that's not hiding in my imagination it is. I wondered who his 'friends' where and decided to stay downstairs, reading random magazine that surely belonged to my sister judging by the fact that it was full of makeup and what not.

At some point I got bored and decided to go back upstairs and I don't know take a nap or something until I heard a knock on the door.