Chapter 1-Just another boring day
As I looked into his eyes I could feel the pain he had gotten for fighting against his own brothers. He had become stronger throughout this time but I could’ve never suspected such a brave and strong guy to become so weak and fragile over a matter of seconds. His lips were dry and covered with blood so I gave him a kiss to wipe the evidential pain off his pale face. I then looked up to his baby blue eyes and felt the love I had felt for him over the many years I knew him. I then saw his eyes go red with anger and I felt in shock for I was…
“Faith, Faith wake up its Monday and your first day at river high” I heard my mother say in her most cheerful voice trying to make what to me was old a new and exciting thing for me. We had moved many times due to my dads job and my mother always tried to hide the sadness of leaving all her friends with a cheerful smile and voice. My brother and sister never knew how she really felt but I did. I was sick of moving and just wanted a place to call home.
“Mum I don’t want to go to school” I stated to say in my most saddest voice. “I’ll be a loner and be left all by myself the whole day. It always happens on my first day and I am sick of it”
As she leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek I pushed her away in such disbelief that she would use the technique she had used on my siblings on me. She had used it on me many times before but today I wasn’t in the mood for a happily ever after.
“Well if your not going to work with me I will just leave you to walk into your life all by yourself. Now don’t argue and get ready” As I hear her dark words my heart feels as if it is about to die. She may have acted like my really mum but our DNA was not the same. She had adopted me from a orphanage a long time ago after I had lost my father and brother Dylan. I tried not to remember any of it but the thought stuck to my head like how paper sticks to super glue. There was NO way of getting the memory out.
I loved my mum and I loved my dad and even my annoying brother back then. Even though I was still alive it left me with heaps of baggage I felt like my back was going to snap any second now.
As I looked around my room for support I found a diary my mum had given me for my 7th birthday. You would think at such a young age I would have destroyed it in a week or something but the next day when my mother died I decided I would only use for the memories that were important. Weird right. Well to many it was but to me it was the only thing I had left over of my mum.
As I lay back on my bed I grabbed a key out of my left pocket. I then placed inside the keyhole in my diary. It fit perfectly. I then turned it ever so slowly wondering I should open it or not. But before I could do anything it had opened and landed on the last page I had written on. It made me cry but I started to read.
