The Book Of Jamie

James, Not Jamie

- Authors Note-

Wow...it's taken me a whole...is that right? A MONTH AND A HALF??? All of you, I'm sorry lmao. Luckily this book doesn't have a following so it's alr. I'm essentially talking to myself rn actually. I guess the schizophrenia's setting in. Anyway, here's a first chapter lol. Have fun and enjoy the ride of bad writing.

I'm not actually sure how I got in this situation. The last couple of days have been a blur. Three days ago I was in my house with my dad- or I guess he wasn't actually my dad...so Alan I guess. Anyway, I was in my house with Alan just surviving and now, I'm standing here waiting here I didn't even know I had. I'm not even sure how to process it all.

Apparently, according to my social worker, I have four older brothers and one older sister. Which is...a lot to say the least. It's always been me and my da- Alan. Alan. Right. My mom died when I was four and that...well...that's a story for another time. And Alan...he's...or was...a scary guy. So to say I'm anxious is a severe understatement. Oh, I said "was" like he's dead. Alan's not dead. He's just in jail (like a loser). Of all the things he did, somehow the bad thing that got him put away was tax evasion. What an idiot. It's crazy to me how all the other things he did just apparently don't matter. In the eyes of the government, the only thing he did wrong was not pay them money. Of course. Gotta love America.

So here I am. A 5'3, 75 pounds, 10-year-old being pushed around by a bunch of adults that should be a little bit more mature than to shove around a kid, waiting for a guy that's supposedly my brother, just because some lady I met three days ago told me to. Wonderful. What if this is all just some trick? What if this is just some cruel trick Alan's playing on me. What if he's not actually in jail and all of that was fake. Without me noticing, my breathing and my heart rate picked up. What if he's just waiting to pop out from behind one of those pillars. What if he's going to punish me for this- I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a brunette lady putting her hand on my shoulder. I flinch and look up at her. She looks strangely familiar.. Actually, she looks just like my mom. She's taller than her though, around 5'9 or 5'10 maybe. I don't know, I'm not a human ruler. She also has shorter hair than mom. It looks like she'd chopped it off...but I think it's meant to look like that. Weird...why would someone want chopped off hair like Rapunzel? Maybe it got caught in something and they had to cut it-

"Jamie?" She says softly, interrupting my thoughts

I nod my head yes before speaking quietly, mumbling my words a little "It's James..." Alan didn't like me being called Jamie. He says it's too girly. It's not a man's name. I prefer Jamie though honestly...

She looks taken aback...and...I don't know...hurt...? Weird. Probably not. "Oh...uhm...yeah sorry. James. Right. I'm your older sister, Hayley."I look at her for a second. That explains why she looks like mom. Doesn't explain why she's here and not a guy, like the social worker lady said."Uhm....what's your last name...?" I figured I'd test her. It's not a very good test. Anyone who did research could know that information. But I didn't exactly have much leverage to use against her, I don't know a thing about her after all. This might be a little stupid honestly....why would anyone pretend to be my sister?

She gives me a confused look "Knight? Same as yours. Why?"

I shake my head slightly "uhm...no reason...uhm the social worker said my brother would be coming...uhm...Eric...I think..." I mumble, not quite looking at her. I'm still getting used to people saying I'm a Knight. I've been an Agnew for 10 years. Not that I mind. Knights a better name, I think.

I wasn't technically even allowed to look up. I was seriously risking it just looking up, Alan could pop out of nowhere and get mad. No way am I risking anything more by looking her in the eyes.She crouches down a bit to my level with a soft smile "Sorry, he wanted to be here, really. But he got held up in a meeting."

I nod a bit at her "That's okay."

She places a hand in between my shoulder blades which causes me to tense up. It took everything in me not to flinch away from her and act normally. I had a pretty bad cut there and she was pressing right on it

"So shall we get going then?" It wasn't really a question because she started gently pushing me to guide me out of the airport. I only had the duffel bag that I was holding in my hand, which didn't exactly contain many things. I had a couple of comic books that a friend from school gave to me and I had 2 long sleeve shirts and a pair of jeans. I was wearing blue jeans and a short sleeve spider-man shirt. It's my favorite shirt, I saved up for months to buy it. I never got a chance to wear it though because I was scared Alan would ruin it.

I only had one pair of shoes, and they were too small on me now. The only things I like about them are the drawings I did on them. They had little spiderwebs like Spider-Man. It's really cool. I got in a lot of trouble for doing that though. "Men don't draw stupid pictures. That's for the women to do." He punished me for acting like a girl, and for ruining my shoes. Even though the shoes did come from a thrift store
She leads me to a big black SUV (Cadillac Escalade) where a man in a suit is standing outside the driver's side door. He opens the door to the backseat for me before I'm even able to reach for the handle."Thank you, sir." I say quietlyHe looks a little confused, although I don't know why. All I said was thank you. Nevertheless, he gives me a nod and I climb into the car. My sister gets in on the other side, the man opening the door for her also. That's a little weird to me, why is she getting in the back? she's an adult. Whatever, I'm not gonna ask. Maybe she just likes the backseat, or maybe the seatbelt up front doesn't work, maybe she wants to sit with me for some reason, or maybe-

I get pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of Hayley's voice"So do you like Spider-Man?" She gestures to my shirt

My eyes practically light up when she asks. He's my absolute favorite. He's so freaking cool. With his webs, his super strength, AND Spidey senses?? I'm about to say essentially that, but I don't. "Real men don't talk about superheroes. And they don't carry around stupid dolls". When I was Three, I wanted to talk to Alan about Spider-Man. At the time I had an action figure of him that I took everywhere with me. He threw it in the garbage disposal and said if I kept talking, I'd be next...

I pretty much deflate and just give her a nod, looking at my lap.After that, nobody really says anything. She asks if I'm hungry about 30 minutes later, but I said no. That was a complete lie, I'm super hungry. I ate dinner yesterday because the literally made me, but before that I hadn't eaten in 2 days. I was home late from school, so I got in trouble with Alan, that was punishment. I'm still on punishment, so I didn't want to get into trouble by saying yes to more food. After that, there was complete silence between us. Hayley was on her phone; I think she was texting. She took a call every now and then. I think she owns her own business or something. The phone calls sounded serious so I'm just assuming.

Soon enough, the car turns down this long street with a gate at the front. It must be a community or something. Oh. Now, it's not a community, this is their house. Who needs this big of a house? How many people do they have living with them? How long will this take me to clean?

-Endnotes-

To be continued, my friends. Maybe next time it won't take a month and a half...no promises though...