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CHAPTER 1
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I stretched out my hand which then whacked down, hard, onto my alarm clock, awakening me for my first day at South Beach High School. I moved here at the beginning of summer when my old foster parents ‘gave’ James - my younger brother - and I away. I was going to begin anew for my senior year of high school. My high school life hadn’t been my favourite few years of my life but I was actually, ever so-surprising, ‘wildly’ popular until year five -but I guess it wasn’t too hard being popular in year five- which was the year of my parents death. No, too soon… I haven’t really told anyone what had happened, everyone just found out but I never really understood how. I guess James spread the word, he got over it a lot quicker than I did; I fell into a depression. I mean, he took it badly as well, I think everyone would be sad if both of their parents had died! I never have really gotten over it, I don’t think you could tell that in the inside I was dead and on the outside living, just, but once you were around me for a while, it wasn’t that hard to tell.
But, nobody at South Beach needed to know anything, anything, about anything, and if they wanted information, they definitely weren’t going to hear it from me. It’ll be easy, I just won’t talk to people, and then they’ll hopefully get the message and never bother me again.
I stood up from my small bed, which some people may call cozy bed, without making a sound. This was practiced daily, so I was actually getting pretty good at making minimal sounds as I crept towards my door to wake James up for his first day of year 10. He was going to be okay, I was to make certain of that. Look at me, playing protective big brother! I was about 4 steps away from my door when suddenly;
Creakkkkkkkkk
Oh no, there goes a creak from under my left foot, I just hope no one heard me; it would get ugly it they did. Breathe, breathe, breathe, okay, I’m fine. There, I heard something, a noise, from the room next to me, to the right to be exact, now I should worry, no wait, it was a snore, I think. I think it was a snore, but I guess if you’re in a dire situation, much like this, you’re mind makes things up to try and trick you, to be calm, only, calm is not a word that is in my vocabulary. I guess my life sounds pretty pathetic, and I wouldn’t really be the first one to jump in and tell them that I lived a wild life full of adventure, mystery, drama and excitement. I would most likely agree with you…
I crept to my door, opening it without a sound and tip toed to the door opposite my room, and knocked. This was a routine that I had to follow for waking up my brother, I had to take responsibility for him, for he’s my only real family I’ve got left. And well, Mark and Belinda, our foster parents, don’t count, and they wouldn’t buy us an alarm clock for both of us so he had to rely on me for waking up early. I had one in my room and then I was supposed to wake up James without waking our ‘parents’ up. Apparently, they need their ‘beauty’ sleep. Take it from me though; they need A LOT more than just sleep for that to happen. In a way, Belinda reminds me of a witch, in personality and looks; just add a black cat, a cauldron and a broom and there would be a scary similarity- and well- Mark doesn’t really look like anything, unless you call a fat, ugly blob something.
“James, time to wake up for school…now James…GET UP” I just hope I didn’t shout loud enough to wake up Ugly and Uglier. I’m still trying to figure out which applies to which; close call.
