Life.

Chapter One

"Kyler, get out of bed!" said my mother, June. As you see, my names Kyler. Kyler Shaw. It's a new day, new beginning. Ha. That's what you always go by, right? Well no. It's not that way for me. Everyday I go though living hell at school. On the bright side, I get to come home to more he-. "KYLER,NOW." my mom screamed from the bottom of the steps. "Coming, calm down."

My mother is a bright woman. Shining brown hair, stunning blue eyes. She could never hold down a job, or even a boyfriend/husband for that matter. So, we tend to move. A lot. My dad left when I was three years old and my mom was pregnant with my little brother, Johnny. Well, it's been almost 11 years since my mom has been 'on her own'. Tomorrow, I turn 14. Yeah, the big One- Four. Yay, ha. I make my way downstairs after I slip on a Kmart shirt and Levi jeans.

"Did you make breakfast.?" I ask my mom.

"No, I didn't have time today. I have a interview down on North Street. You know that new store that just opened? Burger Bot.? Thats where I'm getting interviewed at. I'm praying to God we get it. Heavens know I need it." my mom replied back.

"Oh, well I hope it goes good."

"Yeah. We can only hope. I have to go or I'll be late, could you leave your brother breakfast before you leave to school?"

"Sure thing." I give her a kiss on the cheek and watch her leave. I hurry and make my way to school. I walked everyday to school.. Since who knows when. I make it to the High School. Just staring at it makes my stomach drop. Every damn school I go to has at least one 'popular group' who think they run the school. I look up at the schools name, CRAM HIGH SCHOOL. I enter the building and find my way to the office. I see the administrator and walk up to her. She gives me this kind of welcoming look, but yet a disgusted look. How nice.

"How may I help you?" she asked.

"Yeah, um. I'm Kyler Shaw. I just moved her from Georgia. I need my schedule. "

She smiles and says, "Okay, one sec while I go print it off for you."

A minute or two goes by and she says, "Here you are." I take the schedule and as I reach the door she spoke again. "Kyler, hold on. I'm going to get someone to show you around."

Great. Does she think I'm stupid? I've moved a lot. I've been almost everywhere but a few states. About six minutes pass and a good looking guy comes in.

"Dear God. He's taking me?" I say under my breath.

"Kyler, this is Jimmy Faucet. He'll be showing you around for a few days." I shook my head to confirm. I took a glance at my schedule. First Period: Algebra Two, Second Period: Science, Third Period:World Studies, Fourth Period:English, Fifth Period:Lunch, Sixth Period: Study Hall. Seventh Period: Gym and Eight Period: Spanish.

Jimmy must of been talking to me because when I looked up he'd look like he has been staring at me for awhile.

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask.

"What's your first class? I asked you like 135372 minutes ago.." Jimmy said.

"Sorry, it's Alegbra 2." He took a look at my schedule.

"We have first,second,fifth and eighth together" Jimmy said, "You must be a smart kid. You almost have all advanced classes."

I shrugged my shoulders to gesture I didn't really care. We walk out of the office and he leads me up stairs and we take two rights.

"Here's our class. This is Mrs.Hawkins. You'll love her."

The day went by horribly slow today. I was a extremely smart kid, I tried not to show it. I felt too smart to even be here. I hate it. I hate school. I just hate everything. I just want to go home.

The bell woke me up in my eighth period class, 2:35pm on the dot. Here we go, the journey home. I make my way home slowly. I like taking my time walking home, gives me time to clear my head. "Looks like I'm almost 'home'." I say to myself. I make my way inside and up the stairs. I try my hardest not to go to sleep because I have to pick up my brother from his school. He gets out at 4:35pm. The time went on slowly. Minute by minute. I kept looking at my clock, but every time I did it was only a minute from last time that I looked. I closed my eyes for a minute to pass the time by. I woke up from our dog, Scruffs, licking my face. I looked at the time. It was 4:32.

"SHIT. I'm going to get in so much trouble. I won't make it there in three damn minutes!" I scream. Before I even open the door, my mom comes in. Red face, having my 10 year old brother by her side. Next thing I know, I'm being pushed.

"What the HELL did I say about your brother?! I saw him walking home all by himself! He's ONLY 10 Kyler.!" she screams.

" I fell as-" I get cut off.

"I don't care what you did, you are responsible for him. Go upstairs and don't even think of coming down. Oh. No supper for you either. Maybe now you'll think of picking up your brother instead of being the lazy ass you are."

I make my way upstairs, lay my head down and fall asleep.