"Nice going, Janey," Jake snarled at me.

We met up in the basement after school, much to my dismay.

"This is all your fault, buddy. YOU pushed me!" I protested.

"Whatever," he waved his hands in dismissal. "Let's just get this over with, so I can go home," he said gruffly.

"Yeap, let's...why don't you start by moving those boxes over there, and I'll sweep the floor," I offered.

Jake didn't argue anymore. He went over to the corner and started to move stuff around. I picked up the broom and started sweeping. Jake sneezed a few times as the room was dusty. His eyes were slowly turning red. Dust...