Later that afternoon I went back to Simon's room and looked for his secret box filled with things he called his "treasures", I knew where it was, mainly because I hid under his bed and took coins lying around when we were younger, I took a shiny black switch blade, it was nice and he liked to show it off. It was one of his prized possessions, actually no, it was his most prized possession. His favourite. It belonged to my father, Simon had always looked up to him, saw him as a role model. I guess that's where he got his love for music, my father had been in a famous band called Eric and the trio. I couldn't say the same thing. According to my mother my father had run off on us. After we lost touch with him my brother and I would constantly ask where he had gone for we were small children and we wanted to know where he had gone, any child would. But we would always get the same response, "He left us and he's never coming back, so you can start erasing him from your lives." But we weren't convinced, I guess after asking and asking we eventually made her loose it, that's when we stopped asking for the truth.
I put the switchblade in my bag thinking it might help in someway and moved on to looking thorough his closet for a shirt and some pants small enough to fit me. He was kind of a giant, 6"1, bulky and big. Once I had everything I put it all into the bag and hid it. It couldn't be seen or suspicion would build up and it could interfere with my "mission". There was just one thing left to do before I could begin to make the changes.
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Teen FictionVal's best accident was Simon's oblivious pain. She knew it was nothing to be proud of but it lead her to finding out who she really wanted to be and the socking, horrifying, ugly truth behind the cause of her brother's accident which had left him i...
