Chapter 1

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I am alone.

I miss my mom with her gentle loving hugs and smile. I miss my dad that had every boy in school afraid of me and how he would teach me fighting skills. Even though I still learned after he died.

The only thing I have left is my brother Taylor who is constantly bullied at school even though I thought him to fight too. Shy kid.

School is hard for me too. I am the outsider at school. I have no friends and group projects are not my thing. I stick to myself in the back of the room with no one around me. I enjoy the fact that no one likes me it just means I don't have to worry about anyone else but me and my brother. Nothing ever goes my way here in this small town of Winter Look.

Home i guess you can call it that is nerve racking. Aunt May is always running about. Sometimes when I come home I see a note on the door that says she will be back tomorrow night and to not tear up the house. Likely.

But when there is a time when she is home I leave that rusty jail cell. I get on my motorcycle and take a long ride in the country side. As the wind hits my face I think about my life with aunt May and Taylor.

I soon arrive home right before dinner. " Alasha Marie Brunswood !" My aunt screams as I step in the door. " Where on this world have you been!" She says as she comes to the front door.

" Aunt May calm down I just went on a ride. It's not like I was going to be murdered. So calm down." I walk into the kitchen and sit by my brother.

" Taylor go to your room please. Take your food with you." He gets up and goes up stairs leaving me with Aunt May.

" Alasha when will you grow up?" She says with a sigh. " You are 17, 2 weeks before you are 18. Just grow up. You can't stay a kid forever." She turns around and starts cleaning the dishes as I go upstairs to my room.

I slam my door and jump on my bed. Why is my life so miserable? I start punching my pillows as I think about that stupid car accident that killed my parents. I don't know when I finally fall asleep thinking of tomorrow at school.

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