Chapter 1
I sat on the top of the dog house starring out into the open world around me, waiting just waiting for it all to end. For the tree's to crash and burn in a wild fire across the land, and the waters to flood our surroundings. I would not chace death or try and make it come faster, but I sertainly wouldnt run from it. Where would I go? Back home to where I would get nothing but disrespect and beatings? To school where my only friends are books and my social life is non-exisistant. To the only person who ever really cared about me my Aunt Margo? I would run to her, but I would be running to death then, as she is no longer alive. Every night I did the same thing, waited. Just waited. I wasn't afraid to die, I was more afraid to live than anything acctually, but I would let God decide when it was my time to join him. It was getting chilly so I headed inside. I would have much rather sat out there for the rest of the night but I couldn't. That would earn me at least 3 smacks across the mouth. My mother, Claira Renalds has given birth to 7 kids wich I don't seem to understand. She can't take care of one without having to draw blood from them. Each of us had different fathers except for myself and my sister Airabelle, who is also no longer with us. She hadn't died, she is still alive, but she ran away. I don't talk about her ever to anyone esspecially my mother. If she found out Airabelle and myself keep in touch, she would personally kill me with her bare hands. Trust me, she would be capabul of it. Airabelle couldn't take the way my mother treats us and how she treated her. She asked me to join her runaway but I declined. I'm not a fast enough runner, and Aunt Margo was still alive and well at the time. She is the real reason I stayed. Yet Airabelle stil asks me each time we communicate to come with her, but I cant. My mother would have a fit. She would send the police out for us and we would get into trouble. She would tell them some fabricated lies about how we were bad kids and ran away because we didn't get our way. I'll tell you one thing, and that is none of us kids ever get our way. No one knows Airabelle is gone. Besides us of course. My mother didn't raise any fuss. Sometimes I wonder if she even noticed. Even some of my younger siblings don't know, they don't even know she exists though. Airabelle is 3 years older than myself. I am 14. She left when she was my age, and hasn't been back inside of the house ever since. Another reason I go out and sit on the dog house, is that everyone once in a great while she comes and visits me. You may think that is risky thing to do. But the dog house, is a mile down the road from the house. Yet still our land. Sometimes I wish I could go to the city, you know, New York. Where I could either make it big somehow, I've always wanted to be a director, I love looking through the camera but you couldn't catch me dead in front of one. Or I could just blend into the crowd and live free, to do as I please. But here I am out in Buckley, Oregon. Just trying to live day by each dreadful day. It was 6:03, Shit, I missed dinner. Dinner starts at 6:00 sharp, if you aren't there then, you don't eat that night. And you get how ever many lashes for the minutes that you were late. I was still a quarter of a mile away, I would be sore in the morning.
