Above is a pic of Peter.__________
If you're wondering how our mother died get in line cause the police dropped the investigation and filed the case as unknown. They said that she died from some sort of poison, but the autopsy showed that she was in perfect health.
I walked over to my sister and took her little frame in my arms carrying her to our somewhat clean room.
The room didn't have much it, only a small dresser and a queen sized bed. I placed her on the purple sheets that had belonged to our mother,
"Katie" I said cuddling her close to my chest "do you wanna hear a story?"
She looked up at me "what type of story?" "Any kind you want." I answered softly.
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I put katie to bed after reading a princess and the frog story (that she had hidden under the bed with a few other story books) and after singing her a lullaby she fell asleep -yes I'm a 16 year old guy that sings his sister too sleep, don't you just think I'm awesome- then I left the room.I went to check up on my father, he was in his study stressing over the house bills and searching for job opening in the paper. His face was pale, his emarald green eyes that once shone with joy are now dull and sad. He looked drained and the lack of sleep wasn't helping.
I entered the room, it was the biggest one in the house, a bookcase containing about 500 books, the case lined the entire study with the exception of the door and windows. There Was a table at the far end of the room where my dad was sitting behind on a black soft leather recliner.
Dad looked up at me when I entered the room, his eyes held deep despair.
"Peter" he began "is everything alright, how's your sister?"
"Katie's fine dad" I replied "I am too but you're the one I'm worried about, you need to get some rest and eat. I know that you're working really hard to get a job to provide for us, but you can't do anything to help us if you're exhausted. So get up, take a shower, eat, and go to bed, now!" My dad looked at me, apparently shocked at the authority in my voice. After blinking at me a few times he sighed then left to do what I ordered.
"Tomorrow I'm going to get a job" I thought "dad can't take this much stress.
I'll do I for katie especially, she deserves a better shot at life than this.
I've made up my mind I'll get a job. Maybe its time for the free lance photographer to make a grand entrance,"
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my other side (Discontinued/might Rewrite)
Werewolfpeter Johnson is an 16yr old boy trying to get ahead in life. his mother died, his father lost his job, and they are struggling to keep their heads above the water and to provide for his 5yr old sister Katie. Peter's mom died from an 'unknown' poiso...