House Of Bones

Chapter 1.

"How beautiful would it be if we could just see souls instead of bodies? To see love and compassion instead of curves."

-Karen Quan

Hearing my stomach growl is a comfort, it's knowing that I'm strong and what I'm doing to myself is paying off. I'm losing that extra pound, that inch around my body. Its a beutiful thing, working towards a goal and having motivation to get out of bed every morning.

I used to have no motivation, I would go about my mandane lifestyle, just to get through the day. But it was never quite right, I never felt whole. I never felt like I had a purpose, until now.

Looking in the mirror, I run my hands along my prominent collar bones. This is worth it, it has to be.

"Samuel, will you please hurry up, I know you like taking your time getting ready and all, but you know how McKenzie gets, she needs to get ready before she misses the bus." my mom's voice could barley be heard behind the insistent knocking and Mckenzies complaining.

I take deep breath and look at myself once more in the mirror before I go to flush the toilet, flushing away any evidence of my stomach contents.

I unlock the door and slide past my mother before McKenzie knocks me over to get into the bathroom. I hear the door slam but I continue on towards the kitchen where my backpack waits on one of the mismatched stools.

I feel the trailer shake a little as my mom walks over to the coffee pot and pours her a cup of coffee.

"Sam, you want anything to eat before you leave? You seem so skinny lately, you should eat breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day ya know." my mom says between her bites of buttered toast.

Does she know how many calories are in that? And the butter she gets is basically all fat. Watching her eat and seeing the crumbs fall onto her clothes are enough to put me off food for the rest of the day.

My mom's not a small women by any means, she's quite large actually. And her being 5'7 doesn't help. I inherited my short height from her, being 5'6 I'm shorter than most guys my age, I heard my dad was short as well, not that I ever had the chance to see for myself.

Smelling her food in the air is making my stomach lurch, I gag a little bit and brace myself against the door frame.

"I'll eat lunch at school, can I have $10?" I spoke fast, I need to get some fresh air.

"Yeah I guess so, I should have some cash in my billfold, you can check if ya want, remember I have rent this week, so we are gonna be broke. John is still looking for a job." She said looking down at her phone.

I walk towards our old green couch where her purse is sitting, I find her wallet and search through it, finding a 5 dollar bill and 5 ones. I throw it in the opening of her purse, and hastily walk towards the front door.

"Where are you going you have to wait on your sister" mom said as I have half my body out the door.

"Tell her I'll be outside waiting and to hurry up" I close the door without waiting on a answer, I can already tell today is going to be shitty.

I pull a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and press it against my lips lightning it, I exhale and see the smoke mix with the cold winter air. I take a drag and hear the door slam open and see McKenzie run down the wooden steps.

She's 14, we're not actual brother and sister, well I guess we're half siblings, but we couldn't be more different if we tried.

She has long dark brown hair, and piercing green eyes, a refection of her father, John.
She's not quite skinny, but I wouldn't call her fat either, she is a cheerleader afterall. She's wearing her hair curly framing her face and her cheer shirt with a grey uniform skirt, I don't understand how she isn't cold, I'm freezing.

Me on the other hand, I have medium length white blond hair and dull grey eyes.
I'm wearing a random black tee shirt with a baggy jacket over it and my usual grey uniform pants and run down converse.

McKenzie brushes by me and says, "Can you please stop being weird and come on, we need to go to the next bus stop over."

I sigh to myself and follow behind her, she doesn't like people knowing we live in the cities trailer park so we have to walk to the bus stop near the nicer neighborhood.
Hell, if she could she would probably deny we were related, being siblings with the schools gay boy surely doesn't help her reputation.

I continue smoking my cigarette till we reach the bus stop, McKenzie face is disgusted as always by my habit, but I could care less. It helps with the hunger paines, gives me something to do. Just as I throw my cigarette butt to the ground the bus pulls up, I stomp it out and head to the door after Kenzie.

Looking around at the seats, most of them are occupied, McKenzie hurries to the section she always sits in with her friends and I plop down in the first empty seat I see. As I reach through my backpack for my headphones I over hear Rebecca, McKenzies friend exclaim, "Kenz could you tell your gross brother not to smoke before he gets in the bus, my grandfather had lung cancer and you know that it still aff-"

Shoving my earphones in I listen to music, stare out the window and think about what today holds I feel like somethings going to happen, I can't shake the dread that overcomes me as I look at the couldy November sky, it looks like it's going to rain.

I hate the rain.