Letters To Bri

I Do

Riley's POV:

I awoke to the sound of my brother's loud rock and roll music. I stood up in my bed and yelled, "Luke! Cut it out!"

A brief moment later he came running into my room. "Whacha say?" he yelled.

I got out of bed and stood straight up to him. I looked up at his eyes and said, "I SAID SHUT UP!"

"Uh, I don't think that's what you sai-"

"Woah, Woah, Woah!" my dad said putting his arm between Luke and I. "What's going on here?"

"Luke won't shut his music up," I said rubbing my eyes and yawning.

"What?!" Luke lied, "that doesn't even make any sense?!"

"You don't make any sense," my dad mumbled. "Riley, please get ready for school. And as for you young man, turn that shit down and get dressed!"

Clearly, I was the favorite, of my dad at least. I think my mom likes me the best too. Luke is never home, and always at parties. He's fourteen and already is growing a mustache. That shit is  messed up. Aren't boys supposed to get pubic hair at least when they're in high school?

Anyways, I did what my dad told me too. I went downstairs and poured myself a bowl of Frosted Flakes. You know what Tony says; 'They'rrrrr Great!' He also says that they are healthy for you, but really, they're not. They have a bunch of sugar coated on them. I really don't understand why there are sugary cereals and have kids playing soccer on the black of the box. It's like, which do you want to choose? Healthy, or Frosted Flakes? Maybe in the future they'll improve that.

After eating my healthy breakfast, I went upstairs to brush my teeth, and get dressed. When my mom told me it was ready to leave, I grabbed my bags, and stopped when I noticed a In memory of booklet of my friend, Derek. He passed away in August. I knew him for three years, from my Tae Kwon Do (Karate) class. He was fun to hang around with, and fool around with when the instructor wasn't looking. He died of a combine accident. Him, his brother, Lucas, and his sister was on the back of a tractor, and pulling a mower behind. Derek was reaching for a plum- and... yeah.

When I passed the pamphlet, I walked slowly out of my bedroom. When I got in the car, I could feel something was wrong.

My mom was subbing that day for some special ed teacher, so we got there early. When we got into the building, it was quiet. A teacher came out of nowhere and pulled my mom aside. I tried to barge in the conversation, but they told me to shoo. And I did. Something was definitely wrong. Beth's mom, who was a second grade teacher was in tears. "Just... Go outside, Riley," she said blowing her nose and wiping her tears away. I did as I was told, and went outside. The first thing I saw was a group of my friends in a circle, talking, more precisely, whispering.

"Guys, what's going on," I said shaking.

"You haven't heard?" Beth answered me. I shook my head no.

We all paused for a long moment, then Beth spoke up again. "Brian got shot in the head."

I suddenly felt dizzy, and fell into what I think was Rachel's arms. I could smell her scent. I soon fainted into a black stream of  absolutely nothing. Nothing was there except for me, myself, and I. And of course, the darkness around me.