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Prologue
I woke up to the sound of a mosquito whining in my left ear, Stacey whispering in my right.
"Reecey? Reecey, I'm scared." Turning over, I switched on my light and asked him, "What are you afraid of, babe?" I pulled him onto the bed while he explained. "I had a dream that you died and left me all alone," he said now crying.
"Stacey, no matter what happens to me, I will never leave you." "Promise?" he asked. I looked him in the eye grabbed his pinky from his balled up fist and said, "I promise."
With that, he got under the covers, and fell asleep on my chest. "I promise," I whispered falling asleep.
Chapter: one
Sometimes, when you look back in life, and you look at all the crap that has happened over the years you wonder. Where did I go wrong? I finally have an answer; you were just born screwed. Well, that's what I can say for my brother and me.
"Hey, bitch, go get me a beer." "Yes, father. Coming right away, father." Yeah, that servant was me tending to my father as always. Like I said before, I was born screwed. I walked quickly to the kitchen ignoring my freezing bare feet against the cold tile floor. "Hurry up with my God damned beer!" I snatched the refrigerator door open and pulled one of my fathers' beers from the side. Rushing back, I handed him the bottle.
"Here you are, father." He snatched it away from my hand and tipped it over his head. "I wonder what the problem is," he said sarcastically. Shoving it back into my face he yelled, "Open it bitch."
Gripping the cork, I managed to pull it out without spilling his beer. "Here you go." He sipped it then did a spit-take. "What the hell did you do to this?
"I-I-I didn't do anything to it, father", I stuttered. "Don't play around with me, bitch. Why the hell does this taste like shit?" He said getting off the couch. My father never gets off the couch unless he has business to take care of or children to whip. I'm rooting for business to take care of. "Well, father, you made me buy all new types of beer for you." His face grew red as he spoke, "So you're trying to tell me that I have no taste in judgment for beer? Is that what you're trying to say?" "No father I just- it's just that-" "Save that shit for your mother. Now go to school before the government people or who the hell ever calls me", he said pushing me out the room. "And drop Stanley- Stefan- that boy off, too." I sighed and walked off to the bathroom.
"Stacey, come on, babe, we're going to school today." "Really? He's letting us go?" he asked. "Yes, now let's go before he changes his mind."
After I dropped Stacey off at his school, I drove to Wallingburg High School. Here, if you didn't play football or if you weren't a cheerleader, you weren't cool. I was neither. Since I barely came here, I had no time to make friends, so I was a lone ranger.
I got into class as soon as the bell rang. Travelling through the aisles I picked my usual seat, the last seat farthest to the left, next to the window. "Hello, class." Mrs. Applehum sang. "We have a new student today. Mr. Curren, why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" The boy stepped in front of Mrs. Applehum, giving the whole class a good look at him. He had brown curly hair, hypnotizing gray eyes, a smile as bright as the sun, and a cute pig nose that complimented his face.
"Hello", he said, "my name is Jamie. It's nice to meet you all." Whoa, his accent was a blend of Scottish and British, but seductive. "You may take your seat, Jamie", Mrs. Applehum said.
I looked around the classroom and found an empty seat next to Britney, the schools biggest whore. Hey, I might not have time for friends, but I do pay attention to hallway gossip. "There are to extra seats, one by Britney, and one by Reece", Mrs. Applehum said pointing us out. I don't want him to sit here anyways, if I'm going to graduate with a diploma, I need to concentrate on my work, right?
I picked up my pencil, and started to doodle on my notebook. "Hello, you're Reece, right?"
