Runaway Vivian

Chapter 1

The house was on fire and it wasn't my fault. It started on a dreary Monday morning around 6:30 am. I was home alone waiting for death to bring me to the hell known as Jacksons academy. My parents were in Italy for their hunny moon, my older sister Maria was at her boyfriends house and my older brother Sean was in Dallas for a scholarship, and what was I, Vivian Thomas, the youngest of my family doing? Browsing tumblr and listening to My Chemical Romance when I should've been eating breakfast and getting ready for school. It used to be simple. When I was younger I had friends, and I had a fun life. What even happened?

Well, my parents were always away for business trips, my sister was too busy with her slutty friends and I was left with my brother. Sean was always my favorite person. He made me laugh, and smile. He made the best pizza's and he was always home to help me with my existential crisis's... And homework. But nOoOooOo!! He got a scholarship to a prestigious football school in Dallas and might be playing for a team there soon. Now a days I hardly had any friends. There was this one girl who I was close with, her name is Alison but one day we stopped talking. I don't really know what happened to her besides the fact that she moved to New York with her mom and brother because there was too much drama here in Peterborough. She lost contact with everyone as if she was in witness protection or something.

I was friends with the family's across the street, since I've known them basically since birth. The Johnston's were down the street on the opposite side of me and the Wilson's were beside them. The Johnston's had two sons. Sam and Jake. Jake was 19 and Sam was 16. I have been close to Sam since I learned to walk. He'd always be over and I actually enjoyed his company, plus he was absolutely amazing and sweet, funny, kind, an overall blast to be around. Then there were the Wilson's. They had two sons as well, Marcus and Dan. Marcus was 19 as well and Dan was 15, which was the same age as me. I was introduced to him around grade 2 when Sam came over with him and asked to play man hunt in the woods near our house.

I remember that day so clearly. We were in the woods and it was Sam's turn to hunt. I climbed a taller tree and hid while Dan buried himself in some leaves. Once Dan was found it was getting dark and I decided to come down from my hiding spot and go in for snacks. Long story short, I broke my left arm and had to get stitches on my left cheek from hitting my face off a branch on the way down. Dan has always been a sweet heart though, even if he tries to act all tough and punk. Him and Sam are best friends. We don't hang out that much anymore, besides when one of them is sick and can't hang out. It was 7 by the time I was ready and walked over to the bus stop. I automatically put in my ear phones and ignored the world, that is until someone tapped on my shoulder.