Burning Roses

Chapter 1

Author's Note:
Hey guys, I woke up and recalled a dream I had throughout the night. I felt like I could make a great story from this dream. This will be a short chapter just to leave you hanging and thinking about what will happen next while I write it. Well here it is...                   ...Enjoy...

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My life is always getting worse... with every day passing. My family consists of just my mum and brother, Mark. My father passed away in a car accident last year, I was also in the car but I survived. My sister committed suicide a couple months ago, she was only 14. We haven't found out why she did it or who caused her to do it. My mum seems to be grieving every day, every week, every month, every year.
My thoughts were soon interrupted by my mother. Her weeps piercing my ears. I just hate the thought of her in pain and knowing there's nothing I can do for her. I have to get out of the house see my old friends, see what has changed since the last time I ventured away from the house. I hadn't been to school since Megan passed away. And only a few weeks before she died I finally got over the fact that I could never get my father back. I would never see him again, never hear his gently voice, see his smile, feel his warmth when I cuddled him. I would never feel like I had a complete family, no one would be there to kick the boys out of the house, teach me what part of the car does what, tell me right from wrong. My life will be forever incomplete.

I arrive at my old school, readying myself for the people I will face. It's their lunch time so everyone is outside. I see many familiar faces and see many eyes darting in my direction. Two very familiar eyes met mine, at that moment I was joined by my two friends that I haven't seen in 3 months. Now that I'm actually going to talk to someone, I don't feel as ready anymore.
"Tori, I'm so sorry about Megan," my best friend Nikki finally spoke. She lifted my head, that was looking at the grass below our feet, to meet her eyes. She then wrapped me in a hug. I broke the connection after a few minutes. I then looked at the other person standing next to me, Brad. He stepped forward and hugged me.
"Tell me if you need anything," he whispered into my ear. He then stepped back, looking me in the eye. He gave me a slight nod and I nodded back. I've known him long enough to know what he's thinking. He was just making sure I understood him and will actually go to him. I probably will at some point when I feel like it will get too hard for me to handle. I know I have a big brain but I try to push my emotions to the back and forget about them. This only works for a short period of time. Sooner or later I'll break down and won't be able to think or do anything. Brad knows this, I know this, he's just being a good friend to me.
"I'm alright guys. I just don't think I can go back to school yet," I reassured them.
"Maybe coming back to school will help you. Keep your mind off things for a couple hours," Nikki looked me straight in the eye while she spoke.
"Maybe," I muttered.
"Let's try it now, for the last period of the day you can join Brad and me in our History. We have this class together today." she smiled at me when she said it... Obviously trying to cheer me up. Although I do like History I don't know if I can do this today.
"You guys take History now?? Yeah right." I chuckled at the thought. I like History but I know perfectly well that these guys hate it. Never would I imagine they would take History.
"Don't you think we can handle it?" Brad challenged. Now that he said that I really wanna see him try.
I giggled, "Yeah, I don't think you can handle 1 whole hour without talking, sleeping and drawing all over your book." I looked him up and down smirking at him.
"Bring it," they both said in unison.

I was right, they couldn't do it... 20 minutes into the lesson I caught Brad sleeping on his arm. Nikki did a little better, at 35 minutes she was doodling all over the front cover of her book. Then there was me; taking notes and listening intentively. And just before the bell rang, I put my fat history book over Brad's head. When the bell rang he hit his head on the book.
"Owww," he complained rubbing the back of his head.
"I guess I was right Brad. You didn't even last half the class." I smirked at him and then burst into laughter. I guess going to school does take my mind off things. I still don't feel like I'm ready to face all my teachers and hear everyone apologising to me for no reason. They didn't kill her and they can't do anything to bring my Megan back. This was Megan's fault. She is the only one to blame, she could've told me or Mark, Mark and I would've beaten them. We could've helped her but she decided to die, she decided to take that rode. That was when I finally felt the warm tears trailing down my face. I quickly brushed them away but it was too late. Brad and Nikki were still watching me, luckily everyone else left. I felt arms lifting me up and we slowly walked out of the room and out of the school. Thank the lord for giving us these kind of friends. What would I do without them?