Death Warrant

PROLOGUE

Life is not always what it seems like. People like to imagine it as black and white, but there are some gray areas. It’s like one moment you are thinking about something that was bond to happen but the other moment exactly opposite of that happens to you. Yeah that kind of twisty and weird life could get. But that's life, and it only gets harder. Sometimes I just want to sit back and ask, 'What the hell is going on?'

However, something like that happens to me every now and then. Take for example –I was the scholar student of Mapril High. Mind you, I am not talking about some ordinary High school here, but MAPRIL HIGH .

Mapril High has been the best school in the country since its establishment in 1882 (yeah it is that old). I have no idea about why the hell they named it 'Mapril high'. It was named after the lady who founded it, or so the rumours said.

The school was simply the best. From campus, to location, to studies everything about the school screamed superiority. The description of the school must be expressed in superlative degree to show how incredible, unreachable and sophisticated my high school was.

Obviously the students of Mapril High were not some normal high schoolers or teenagers either. They weren't your normal studious competitors rather they were the heirs and heiresses of some of the biggest organisation and companies all around the country. Yes, you could actually find some of the wealthiest people of the town roaming in the corridors of my school!

Yay me!(note the sarcasm.)

I clearly did not belong to a place like that. Why? Well for starters, I am not rich! I am not even near to rich. I belong to a middle class family of the city, those who have to go to a day to day struggle to earn their daily income. My father was a clerk and my mother owned a small coffee shop, whose income depends totally on the number of customers that came there, which was not very much. So there, you got the idea.

Even though my parents have very nominal income, still this factor didn't seem to give them any idea about the family planning. The one where people decides the number of family members or their offspring, so they can provide all of them a happy and a good life.

But I strongly believe that the idea never even popped in my parent's head.

Sometimes, I think, if I were the only child they've had, my life probably would have been good enough to live peacefully. But no, my parents seemed to love each other a lot and I absolutely had no problem with that, but I did have a problem with their fertility which caused me to have three other siblings of different age groups, with weird age gaps.

My elder brother Lucas was twenty two and was in college. My younger sister, Amy was seven while my youngest brother jake was two. Yes see the differences. Sometimes even I wonder how we get along but nonetheless we do.

When I was ten and Lucas was fourteen mom announced that we were going to have a baby sister. At first, Lucas and I were shocked then our emotions flickered to that of happiness and soon we were in the state of pure ecstasy. (Well, we were kids so we were allowed to have mixed emotions). Everything seems to be fine at first, I mean we were coping up.

However, that changed as when I turned sixteen and my brother was twenty, mom announced the good news again. This time only Amy was the happy one. On the other hand Lucas was pissed and I was … well I was more shocked but we can’t do anything about it so nine months later we invited our baby brother, Jake, in the house .

So every time my mother claims to have a good news for us, we all become really nervous. I swear to god if I got one more brother or sister I would leave the house and go to Mars, where I could live alone and people would leave me alone.