Shocker (C.L)

Chapter One

After School |2:12 pm|

I walked inside from school, feet with shooting pain and head with sharp pains. All I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and just watch Bratayley and not deal with so much bullshit everyday throughout my life. I moaned, remembering the test I had to study for. I walked up the stairs from the doorway to my living room, and threw myself on the couch, laying back and greeting my dog, Nelson on the ground. I gave Nelson some attention, until I got hungry, as usual. I rolled myself off the couch and made my way to the kitchen. I slid onto the counter and found a note from my dad, saying that he was at work and wouldn't be back until later. I put the note down and jumped off the counter, making my way to the fridge. I open the fridge, tugging on the door, trying to open it, until noticing the child lock was on the fridge. I have a step sister Montana, whose 4, and doesn't understand what and what not to touch. She always ends up breaking something. I open up the fridge and look around in the fridge. I eventually find an orange. I pull the orange out of the bag and set it on the counter as I walked to the cabinet to find a paper plate and some pretzel crisps. I shut the cabinet and walked back over the the counter and set the plate and bag of pretzels down. I opened the bag of pretzels and poured a little amount of them on the plate. I shut the bag tight and put them in the corner of the counter. I turned my attention back towards my orange and started peeling it. The juice drooled down the rest of the orange peel and onto my finger. I wiped my finger on my pants and peeled the rest of the peel off. I placed the sliced oranges on my plate. I walked back over to the couch and sat down. I looked at my dog, begging at me. I smirked and turned my attention towards the clock. |3:45| I stood up from my chair and walked towards the garbage can. I opened it and threw my plate away. I crinkle my nose.. Time to study. I walked towards the couch and grabbed my backpack.
I patted Nelson on the head and walked towards my room to start studying for a test we have tomorrow. I walked into my room and shut my door behind me. I walked over towards my bed and sat down. I threw my backpack across from me. I opened it up and pulled out my History books. I smiled, Caleb loves History. This is the only happy thing about studying, is Caleb loves History. I opened to section three in my book, and read the first section of my book. I took out my index cards and started writing down important information of the section I just read for the test. After 3 more hours of studying, I was finally finished. I slammed my book shut and stuffed it back into my bag. I zipped my bag shut and set it next to my bed. I grabbed my phone and turned it on. I got a new Instagram post from Bratayley. It's a picture of Caleb. I press the notification and typed in my password. 9642. I scrolled down to the caption of the photo. It read: "Yesterday at 7:08PM Caleb Logan Bratayley passed away of natural causes. This has come as a shock to all of us. Words cannot describe how much we will miss him. His incredibly funny, loving and wonderful spirit made us all fall in love with him as a YouTuber, friend, brother and son. We know you tune in to watch each day and eagerly anticipate new videos, but ask that you bear with us while we deal with this tragedy as a family. Please help us honor our, baked potato." I shut my phone off. Tears stung my eyes. I bit my lip, trying to force them back, but it wasn't working. How could this happen to such a young boy, who showed no symptoms of anything. I curled my knees up to my chest and buried my head into my knees. I cried. I lost it. The five members of the Bratayley family were the people that made me happy, now that Caleb is gone, there will be one less smile, one less person and one less breath sitting there, making me enjoy my life and deny all the bullshit that I go through. I looked out the window of my room, still sobbing. I looked up towards the clouds and cried more. I miss Caleb, with all my dear heart. Bratayley will still make me happy, but it won't be the same, now that Caleb isn't here with us, but in spirit. I saw my dad pull into the driveway. I cleared up my face, to cover up that I was crying. How cute. Mascara was stained on my face. I opened my drawer and looked for my makeup wipes. I found them and took one out of the package. I wiped up my face and threw away the make-up wipe. I walked towards my door and took a deep breath before opening it. I opened my door and walked out to greet my dad. "Hey Dad!" I said, lying about my feelings, pretending I was happy. He looked at me, he obviously had a bad day at work. "Hi Emerson" He mumbled. My face sunk. Now I have to deal with more bullshit, which will only make me more upset, adding on to the Caleb news. "Are you okay?" I asked, concerned for my dad. He looked back at me, annoyed that I'm still talking to him. "I'm fine." He'd say, staring at the counter top, looking at the newspaper cover, but not reading it. I asked him one more question, which was where he snapped. "How was work?" I asked, smiling up at him. "Oh my god, Emerson! Enough with the questions! You're so obnoxious today, god!" He'd say, slamming the counter top. The tears came back, stinging my eyes. I started walking back to my room. "Emerson wait I'm sor-" My dad try to say, until I cut him off. "No! I get it, I'm just your obnoxious daughter, who was just doing her normal thing and asking her dad about his day!" I'd snap, and stomp into my room, slamming the door behind me and locking it. I sunk to the floor, leaning against my door. I let go. Tears streamed down my face. There is so much stress and sadness building up on me, once again. 3 years ago, my mom left. There was so much stress then. It got much better after the next 5 months. Everything was normal. Until my Dad met some dumbass girl, who didn't care one shit about me or my sister. Later on, they got into bunch of fights, screaming at eachother, over the stupidest things. Then more stress added on when my dad announced to my sister and I that they were getting engaged. That was the worst day of my life. My dad's fiancé would call us mean names, for no reason. Then, after a few months, my dad finds out that his fiancé was cheating on him. That was 3 weeks ago that he found out. She met up with some dude at a bar, and of course, cheated on my dad, blowing off their entire marriage. Anyways, there is just so much stress. I sit there and cry. Why does all of this have to happen to me, what did I ever do!? I want everything to just come back to normal and everything would be okay.

Sorry about this really crappy chapter! But, trust me, it should get better towards the middle.