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Chapter 1

October 17, 2015

My family and I started moving around a lot when I was 10. I always hated it, the whole moving around thing. I knew we had to, to keep my brother's secret but I still didn't like it. People had always said it got easier the more you started over.

It didn't.

Maybe my mother being a vegetable didn't help either but I don't like to blame her, it isn't her fault she's lost inside herself.

She was lost because she had lost the love of her life, my father. You can't really blame love for your problems.
Like I had said before, I hated first days, but I got up & was ready to do what I'll always do.

Adapt.

The rules were simple. 1. Don't draw attention to yourself.

2. Try not to make any friends.

3. Keep your head down.

and the most important one,
4. Don't let anyone know the secret.
I had made up the rules in my head at the age of 12 when I had started my fourth school since I was 10. I had gotten tired of making a life there only to have uproot it a couples of months later.

As I recalled my rules, I made my way to my unboxed clothes & pulled out the first thing I saw which happened to be Nike shorts & an old tee. Wearing clothes that didn't draw attention were part of rule #1.

I then went over and brushed all of the tangles out of my knotty dark hair and left my face pretty bare except for some concealer and mascara.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a bit longer than usual. I felt like I had to for some strange reason.

I wasn't anything special. I wasn't ugly nor pretty, I was just plain. My hair was long and a light brown color that I inherited from my father. My eyes were a light blue like my mother's and my skin was really pale almost like a snow.

This is foolish, I thought to myself. Shaking my head, I walked down the hall of my new apartment that I had just learned the way around last night.

"There's my Jenny henny!"

"And there's my Char Char!"

This was the usually how my conversations started with my brother.

"Are you ready for your first day?" asked my brother.

"Am I ever Charlie?" I replied. He asked this same question every time and I responded with the same answer every time. I was starting to feel like a broken record.

"It gets easier you know." Yes, my brother was of those idiotic people I was talking about it before. It makes since really seeing as how my brother is in fact an idiot.

My brother was a handsome 18 year old man that was goofy and was rarely serious with anyone.

He had light brown eyes and dark hair like mine. He looked a hell of a lot like our dad. Girls usually fawned over him once they found out he's 6'1.

There was a two year difference between my brother and I. While he was a senior this year, I was a 16 year old junior. My brother got held back in the 4th grade which is why he's still in high school. Like I said, idiot.

My thoughts were interrupted when my brother asked, "Have you talked to her today?" I didn't have to ask who "her" was because he asked me this question everyday twice a day.

"No and I don't plan to" I replied.

Charlie frowned at me. He didn't like the fact that I tried not to have a relationship with her. Her being my mother.

I know I said that I didn't blame my mother for falling inside herself but it didn't stop the fact that she didn't even act like a mom. I had lost my dad at the age of 8 and on the same day I lost my mom.

Charlie was more understand of our mother but that's because Charlie was the kinder one of the two Bragg siblings.

I, on the other hand, was a bit of a
bitch. Excuse my crude language.

Charlie didn't speak anymore of the
touchy subject and instead clapped his hands together and just said, "Well time for school then. Let's go."

Maybe I'd rather talk to my mother.

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