The Tale Of Ebony Maclarence

chapter 1

Mr. Smith knows nothing about history, yet he's filling in for mrs. Bloor, the usual teacher who teaches us the subject that no one will need in later life, i mean, when you fill in your job application form, you will seriously need to now who started World War 1 and 2! Im sitting in history, but not listening to a thing the old codger has to say about what happened in the past, its not like he'll ask me anything, no one ever notices me anyway, or if they do, they try not to let me know...

Im not like every other person in this room, im different, they're into all the latest brands and trends, im not, they like singer 0s like Justin Beiber, i dont, im into anything thats black or dark, and my favorite band is Black Veil Brides.

When i return to the flat i share with my brother, i imideatley walk up to my room and start doodling, "Come on Ebs! Your so boring, all you do is draw in that ludicrous book, can i at least see them?" Devin tries to grab my sketch book but i snatch it away before he can get his hands on it.
"Ooh, little sis, what you doing? Drawing something rude?" My ass of a brother teases, by now he's laughing at what he's saying. I just sigh in exasperation, what did i do to deserve this as a brother...
"No im not, and its none of your business what im doing, now get out." I say bluntly.
"Well, someone isn't happy..." he huffs, sulking out of the room. I sigh then delve into my bag to retrieve my phone.
"No... no... not there either.... oh for fuck sake! Where is it!" I sigh in exasperation as i give up trying to find my phone. It probibly fell out again somewhere as usual... i sit back and wonder what to fo with my friday night. I jump from my phone going off from a text, turns out it was in the back pocket of my jeans, seriously, of all places i put it, it had to be in my back pocket. I laugh at how stupid i had been then i took a look at my phone in anticipation. is it the company that i tried to purchase those bvb tickets off? I open the message and just stare..... "what the fuck?"
The message read:

Dear Ebony,
I know you dont know me, but i know you, ive been watching you, and if you stay here in this town, you and your brothers life will be in grave danger. You need to move apartments, i know you dont have much money, so in the front room of the derelict apartment, there is a big wad of cash in an envelope, take it, it should hopefully have enough money in it to get transport to go far away, and a bigger apartment, maybe even a small house if you choose wisely... good luck
From the person you dont know...

I try to compose myself as i call out to Devin, "Devin, im going out for a bit, do not go into my room, and just for the record, im taking my sketch book with me." I say this wuth a chuckle as i imagine him slumping in defeat as he walks into the kitchen where i now am, trying to find the biscuits.
"You looking for these by any chance?" He asks, holding the chocolate chip cookies up with a grin of knowing.
"Yup" i say as i jump and snach them away from him with a laugh. I turn and start to walk out the apartment.
"Be careful!" He shouts after me, of course he would, he's my older, pain in the ass brother, even though i know he loves me, and even though i dont show it, i love him too.