Chapter one
"Maybe, I will kill myself! There's nothing better for me anymore anyways!!!", I yelled to the police lady across from me. "I will never get anything back! I'm just meant to die, forever regretting my life!"I sobbed leaving my face wet and uncomfortable.
Some people call it bad luck, some call it unfortunate, I call it my life. My name is Rayne and my life has always been bad. For example, when I was six, my mother died. Three years later my father became an alcoholic, and a really bad one too. I don't ever talk to him anymore, mostly because he's always passed out from his drinks, or yelling. I also have a little brother who is only 9. His name is Ross. I had to take care of both of us by myself. Everyday I would have to skip the last hour of school to walk to his middle school and get him and go home before our dad woke up and got mad. Normally Ross would come home and start crying and I would always play a lullaby that our mother would sing to us, to calm him down. I didn't have many memories from my mom, but the ones I do remember are the only good parts of my life....that, and Ross.
Most people my age are usually driving, going to the movies with their boyfriend or girlfriends, or even spending their time away on social networks, or computer games. I don't do any of these, because I'm normally doing the "parent" job. I walk Ross to school, I take care of Ross, I clean the house, I fix meals ( mostly easy meals like cereal or Mac-and-cheese) I do mostly everything a mother or father would do. It's not an easy life, but it's my responsibility.
Having such a responsibility like I do, my love life sucks. I have tried having a relationship before,but it didnt really work out. My first date I went to was to the cafe downtown. This guy that I always had my eye on as a freshmen, asked me out on Saturday night so I gave it a shot... Bad decision. When I got back, Ross had a long gash on his forehead where my dad had gone on one of his drinking moods and hit him. Since that night I haven't had any kind of relationship.. Although that certainly didn't mean I didn't have a crush. I definiantly had my eye on a very particular hazeled-eyed hottie with shimmering golden, brown hair. His name's Marcus. (Even saying his name makes me get goose bumps!) he also has this smile that's absolutely contagious. I always day dream about having one of those moments with him that you normally just see in movies, but then I get snapped back to reality and know that will never happen.
I'm the girl most people don't notice. I sit in the back, with my hood from my hoodie, and hair covering my face. I'm actually considered pretty when I don't hide from the world.... But there's really no reason to show my face if I'm not trying to impress anyone.
I'm basically that girl that has barely one friend. I'm not non-social, I just don't talk to anyone. I don't mind not having friends (just kidding I hate it... Not having someone to talk to or comfort you...) but I have no room for friends. I only have time in my life for Ross. I can't let his life be as harsh as what I've experienced.
It was late October. Barely into junior year. I walked into school, hood up over my Burnett hair (like always). It was just another day I don't care about. I could be skipping today and working at my minim waged job. But today's not a Tuesday. I normally skip school on Tuesday to work at a little restaurant called the shack across from my brothers school. My dad doesn't work so someone has to pay for food. I walked down my crowded hallway, when I spotted him. With all his perfections, Marcus. Then I realized I was starting and tried to turn around and smack! Running into someone, I fell fat on my butt. I could feel the eyes of people burn into me. My face suddenly became flushed and then it began to be blood red. I noticed someone holding their hand out for me to grab it. I shyly looked up.... My heart stopped. It was Marcus.
"Are you ok?" He said in his deep, hypnotizing voice. "Yes", I shyly slipped out. I reached for his hand and we touched. Making my mind swirl. He lifted me up and handed me my books. "Here", he said our eyes locked. I broke contact. Then I quietly said thank you and walked away, feeling like a complete idiot.
That was the highlight of my day.
