He was coming home

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It's been a week since we got Daisy to break up with Nathan's dad

A week since we pulled that prank

A week since I last saw Gem (she got suspended)

A week since I've seen or talked to Nathan.

It's like he just disappeared, he won't answer my calls or texts, he never showed up for school and whenever I go over to his house his dad says he isn't at home-that he's at school but he isn't. I know  for a fact that his father is lying

I know because whenever I look at Nathan's bedroom, there's a light on and I have seen movement. The neighbour have also told me that he's there, they also said he and his father had a massive fight.

Gem got grounded not allowed to leave her room, not allowed to talk or see anyone. Her parents even took her phone away. All she did was accidentally spill a stainable drink on the deputy principal, it wasn't like she mean or anything

It's a good thing her parents don't know that she has at least ten other phones, I've been texting her all week, mostly about Nathan. I've given Max messages from her, secret meeting places, silly teenage love letters that aren't actually love letters. I eventually gave him every phone number for every phone I know she has so that they can text at they're own free will

The worst part is, my dad found out about it, put it with what happened to the old man across the street and I knew that I was in big trouble

And trouble comes in different ways. For instance, I thought I was just going to be grounded and made to clean the bathroom and pick up the dog poop like I always am

But apparently tomorrow dad is going away on another business trip, I think this is his first legitimate one ever. And now he doesn't trust me to look after Seth and not cause trouble

So guess who's looking after us do the next five weeks

My darling brother and as a part I the deal his best friend. I'm not going to survive

If you don't know what happened, I decided to end it so I snuck into his house while he wasn't home

I had nearly out back what I stole and took what he told from us

I was just about to leave when he came home mans it didn't end well, let's just say it ended with a trip to the hospital,
being grounded for a month and eventually a funeral that I was forced to attend

He was a mean old man and I can't say I regret doing what I did and I definitely can't say I miss him.

He used to be nice but then his wife and daughter died in a car crash. His daughter, Tiffany, was the same age as me, she'd be sixteen tomorrow. She used to be my best friend. That's why he has always hated. He had always blamed me or his wife and daughters death

He and his wife got into fight and he hit her. He tried to apologise but he she wouldn't listen- saying that a man who hit his wife or daughter or any woman once would do it again, even if the man apologised, even if he didn't mean to do it

Apparently I should have tried harder to make Tiffany come see what I had made

It was this sculpture for art class I had taken me a month to build and too be honest, Charlie had built it, I just decorated. I was so excited to show her,  we going to pretend we did it together since she sucked at anything to do with art. I was so disappointed when she wouldn't. I thought she didn't like me anymore, that she didn't want to see my marvellous creation

I watched the dust fly as they drove off just a little too fast

If I had been just a little more convincing then they wouldn't have left when they did. They wouldn't have been at that intersection, the mother-Flora- would have calmed a bit, she wouldn't have been crying, the tears making her eyes blur. They wouldn't have been turning the corner when a truck lost control and crashed into them

But then maybe if I hadn't tried to get Tiffany to look at the sculpture and had just let them leave then maybe they would have been half way down that road when the truck lost control and then they might have come back, I'd still have my best friend

I still remember the next morning after the police had identified them, the sound of knocking in the door action the street

I was awake because Seth had woken me up at ungodly hours in the morning to a young girl

I watched as he opened the door, only just woken up, bleary eyed and confused. Only a single year rolled down his cheek. That's when I knew I'd never see my best friend again

And the police came to talk to everyone on this street, wanting to know if it was accident or not- it was. And I let it slip that he had hit her, that was the reason that were in that car and going that way- they were going to Tiffany's grandparents

He had yelled at me, saying that I was young and stupid, that I didn't know what. Was talking about but I did

I wasn't stupid, I knew straight away why there was a bruise on her face, I had been walking our old dog at the time, I herd the fight, the smashing plates and I realised days later that I had faintly heard him hit her. I saw the tears in her eyes, the look of betrayal

The police believed me and he spent two months in prison, and two months in a psychological hospital.