Inception

Chapter 1

Alex

Why is he gone? My father was my last family and now he's dead. I don't know how, why, when or where. I just know a suited man in shades told me the dark news.

"Alexander Vega?", he spoke in a deep voice.
"Yes?"
"Your father is dead. You have our condolences."
I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. The man put a hand on my shoulder. Questions raced through my mind. Only one reached my lips. "What happened?", I asked near tears. The man keeled in front of me. "You will be notified in due course.", the man said. "Now, pack your things and an agent will come to pick you up. You will be brought to a comfortable home until we figure out the best way for you to continue your life." When he said "agent" , I assumed he meant a social services worker. But why would a social services worker tell me my dad is dead? I blocked that thought from my mind. I had to focus on other things. I went to my room to pack. The first thing I saw when I walked in was a picture of me and my dad fishing. I could hardly fight back the tears. Other memories came to the surface of my mind. A single tear fell across my face and rolled of my cheek. I grabbed a bag from my closet. In the bag, I put my smartphone, my tablet, and some notebooks and pencils. Maybe I could write later. That always calms me. I throw some clothes in the bag. Right before I zip it all up, I put the picture of me and my dad in one of my notebooks. I walk back downstairs. The man stands from where he was sitting on the sofa. I stare at him and ask, "Why can't I stay here? I can take care of myself." The man chuckled, "I do not doubt that. But you must be moved to a safe place until someone can take care of you." I don't know how I fell about that. Well, I do feel taken care of. I said, "Before we go, I have one more question. What is your name?"
"My name is Tony Marin. I am a close friend of your father's."
"Was.", I said sadly.
The man grimaced, knowing he messed up. "You can call me Marin. Everybody does." I thought, Marin. That sounds cool. He looks like a man I can trust. Like a grown-up friend. We waited for the car to come. As we waited, I got to know him better. Like me, he likes cartoons, video games, books, and he seemed cool all together. I was telling him about my favorite books and movies when the car finally arrived. A guy named Dylan was behind the wheel. He looked 17 or 18 but he acted much older. As soon as I stepped in, he asked, "Do you need any help, Mr Vega?"
I said, "Nah, it's fine. Thanks anyway." Dylan nodded in reply. When Marin stepped in, Dylan did a sort of salute. Marin looked a little aggravated and whispered something in Dylan's ear. Dylan nodded and said, "Yes, sir. Won't happen again." I shrugged off the awkward silence. Marin and I continued our conversation that we had at my house. Dylan looked as if he was concentrating on something. After a couple of hours, we finally reached our apparent destination. It was a tall brick house with a concrete pathway leading to the porch. Marin went to unlock the door while Dylan unloaded my bag from the car. I finally went inside. It was a plain house on the inside. Probably because it hasn't been lived in for a long time. It had a standard kitchen, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and a study. Marin stood in the hallway. When he saw me, he said, "That room is yours.", he pointed to a room to my right. "I'll stay in the one across from it. Try to settle in as best as you can. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." I went to my new room with my bag already sitting at the end of my bed. I unzip my bag, pulled out one of my notebooks, and started writing.

And here I am now.

A/N What do you guys think? I know that it's a really rough draft! But everyone starts somewhere!

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