inside Claire slowly handed it to her brother. "Adrian said you could use it," she almost whispered. She seemed very shy to Kevin, but that could only be due to the unusual situation. Kevin carefully boarded the paper and revealed a small, white box. With bated breath he opened it and fished something out. Emma was startled for a moment. Kevin held his amulet in his hands. The one he'd locked away forever. "Claire!" He said, horrified. "When I heard that you were attacked today, I was even more sure that you would need it," she explained. Kevin stared at his amulet. "Did ... I do something wrong?" His sister asked immediately. Kevin quickly shook his head.No, it's just ... I thought the fighting time was over. Unfortunately I was wrong. But ... that you showed up all at once is a nice compensation. ", he thought. Claire felt flattered. Kevin demonstratively put on his old amulet." You sleep here today for the first time. ", Kevin explained, pointing to his bedroom. He wanted to make himself comfortable on the couch. Because Claire felt embarrassed
Situation occurred, she first took a sip from the glass. Emma pulled Kevin by the sleeve and dragged him into the kitchen. This tried to appease her. "I know a lot has happened today," he began, but Emma just hugged him. No words were needed to understand Emma. On the one hand, she was happy for Kevin, although she did not yet know how to assess Claire. On the other hand, a new enemy had emerged and Emma was beginning to worry again. "I'm staying here tonight," the girl said. Kevin shook his head vigorously. "Nonsense. I wouldn't have any more room for you here. Besides, I don't want to put too much on Claire right away." Emma disagreed. "But we haven't really got to know each other yet. And after all, she's your sister." Kevin knew all of this. "You have enough time tomorrow to talk to her. She should get used to this situation first." Emma gave in and then said goodbye first to Kevin and then to Claire. The two girls only looked at each other briefly, but Emma saw something in Claire's gaze that reassured her. She couldn't say exactly what, but a strange feeling crept into her. However, she dismissed it with the fact that she was exhausted and slightly cranked. She said good night and then closed the door behind her. Kevin and Claire stood facing each other for a few moments until Kevin invited them to follow him. He wanted to show her where she slept today.
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Emma had taken a few steps from the house when she suddenly heard a whisper. She winced, startled. Someone had called her name. It was dark and the streetlights were already off because the city wanted to save electricity. She saw a gray figure standing under a tree. She came closer, and Emma breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jas in her. "What are you doing here? You don't lie in wait for girls at night.", She persuaded him. Normally Jas would have let go of a spell now, but Kevin's stories seemed to have shaken him quite a bit. "Sorry, I just thought ... Kevin has now told his version and I thought ..." he began. "There is only one version.", Emma interfered. Jas nodded and quickly appeased her. Sure, but he must have left out a few things that he didn't want to burden me with. So I thought ... "" It's getting late, I'm going home now, and so should you.If you have any questions for Kevin, feel free to ask him tomorrow. ", Emma said abruptly. Jas was left alone and looked again at Kevin's apartment. Then he decided to march home and sleep over it for a night. Tomorrow everything would look very different."
"It won't be long now, my darling," the young woman whispered back. Her husband, who drove the car, looked at the rearview mirror and eyed his son. He didn't seem to be listening to his mother at all, preferring to occupy himself with his Game Boy. It was one of the very first of its kind. White, unwieldy, and larger and thicker than its current successors. Back then, people rushed into the shops in paws to get one of these new wonders. Bryan's father was initially against it because he wanted his son to prefer to play football, or at least some other sport. But Bryan first charmed his mother and she finally charmed him. As luck worked for Bryan and he was celebrating his birthday in two weeks' time, his father finally sighed and gave up. On his birthday Bryan opened his present and was very happy. He thanked him quickly and disappeared into the storage room under the cellar stairs, which he had converted into a secret hiding place. Bryan had recently started school and his parents worried he might be more interested in his games than the essentials. But although Bryan got up early in the morning, had breakfast, went to school in the morning, then had a good lunch, and only then did himself
immersed in a Game Boy, his father had his doubts. That's why he decided without further ado to accept the invitation of one of his work colleagues to go to his barbecue party with his wife and son. Bryan was playing on his Game Boy as he had often done before when his father told him the good news. Bryan was not very enthusiastic and took refuge in his game again. He knew it didn't help to contradict, so he just accepted it. His father took his hand and rubbed the son's head. "My colleague has children too. Two daughters. One is already a teenager, but the other is around your age. You will see, you will get along great, and you will soon be friends.", He encouraged Bryan. This could do without it. In reality he would just stand around foolishly and be shown around by his father. It could get worse if he was forced to chat with this annoying girl. Bryan had already finished the game that was in his Game Boy twice but knew nothing better than to try a third time. His father had refused to buy him a new one, but if he went to his boring party he would certainly let himself be softened. And so Bryan squeezed himself into the back seat at the weekend and switched on his handheld.The drive took about 45 minutes and Bryan quit his game and got out. But a stern look from his father told him not to take the Game Boy with him. Bryan sighed and put him in the back seat. The host's house was in part similar to that of Bryan and his parents. A typical 'middle class house'. Bryan's father must have been pretty lucky because the entire sidewalk was parked full. So there seemed to be a lot of guests at the party. The boy didn't give up hope that someone's son was also interested in video games. When the family entered the party, his ho waned