I PROMISE...

Chapter One

5:30-7:30 A.M on September 6, 2016

I am awoken by the noise called my alarm clock. I lay there in bed a few minutes. I really do not want to get up. I do not want to go to school. I have tried so hard to talk to my mom to get out of that prison. I hate that place. The students look at me as if I am Daniel and they are the hungry lions craving meat. The teachers do not see how some students treat each other. They are like blind bats to the torment that goes on at school. And the thing is, NOTHING EVER CHANGES.

I finally get up and get ready. I put on my dark denim jeans, a purple cut off with a black vest, and to top it off a gray pair of shoes. I quickly grab a metal feather bracelet to feel something around my wrist. I cannot stand to have my wrists bare. It just makes me feel naked.

I walk into the kitchen to grab something to eat. I see my leftover chicken gone. I wonder who stole that. I look around the corner to see my brother eating some and feeding the rest to our dog Toby. We named him Toby because that was the name for the god of good. Sadly, our dog is the complete opposite. I should have named him Loki.

"Why are you eating my leftover chicken?" I ask my brother.

"Toby was the one who wanted it. I'm just feeding it to him." He responded.

"Yeah but you didn't need to eat it too!" I complained. I really wanted to at it for breakfast. I really could not eat last night.

"Well I was hungry too!" He cried, "You were not going to eat it any time soon."

"Yeah I. Just then. That's why I asked, dummy." I whisper yell at him. I do not want mom to wake up and hear our yelling. Asao does not help matter none.

I can still remember when we got that little brat. We adopted him from India. By we, I my parents. They wanted a son to carry on the family name. I kind of wanted to have a little brother too. I will never tell him that though. He was a cutie back then. Now he is a brat. He was five when we got him. Now he is ten. Those five years went by fast.

I walk to my room to grab my backpack and head out the door. I hear Asao yelling for me. "I'll wait for you silly". We are almost to the grade school when he asks a serious question. "Why do you call me a brat sometimes?" he is quite now. I do not know how to answer it. I love my little brother even if we do not have the same blood.

"Well I call you a brat because I care about you. You are the only sibling I have. I call that as a nickname. I do not mean to hurt your feelings. You understand right?" Sometimes he gets like this. Needing to know if someone cares about him. That is something we both share.

We finally make it to the grade school. "I'll see you later little bro." I whisper into his ear as I hug him. "I love you."

"I love you too, big sis" he hugs back.

I walk alone to my high school. I do not expect to see any of my friends there yet. The whole two of them. I do not want to be here. I do not like this place. It makes me feel nervous. I do not know why though. I wish I did though. I wish I did.

The school is a loud and noisy. I normally get by with earbuds in my ears and a book in my hands. My friends use this to scare me sometimes. I get over it though. You cannot stay mad at the only people who got your back in this prison.

It is a new school year this year. I know I am going to be picked on as a freshman. I have been in school for over a month now. I have not tried to make new friends. Who needs someone to lie to them repeatedly? I have enough on my plate right now. Making new friends is not one of them.