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Chapter One. He Saw Me
♥♥ Kaylor ♥♥
~FLASHBACK~
"Kaylor-Anne Martha Harrison will be in the custody of Frank and Henrietta King, until either legal age, or until Daniel Jeorge Harrison can be trusted as her legal guardian." I kept my eyes on my pale hands in my lap, frowning. Why had this happened? My stupid, older brother decided its 'cool to make hash brownies in our kitchen' and of course, out next door neighbor being a cop, he was arrested. Did Daniel ever stop to think how this would affect me? What would happen to me if he got caught? Apparently not, because he was in as much shock as I was when they said I was going to be living with some strangers, because 'I needed a good influence on my outtake of life'. Translation: we don't want you to end up like your drug addicted brother, so we're putting you with these people who will most likely not be there half the time. Nae insaeng-eul yeos.
I couldn't help but steal a glance at my older brother, who looked in pain. He deserved it too. If he hadn't been his stupid self, then maybe we wouldn't be in this mess. Then maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have to leave my whole life behind, my friends the people I grew up with, and move across the country to be with some people who think they're better than me. Daniel looked up, his brown golden eyes meeting my own. 'I'm so sorry.' He mouthed to me, and I turned my head away. It hurt to look at him. I loved my brother; he was the last thing I had, but this time I couldn't bear to look at him. He needed to deal with this on his own; he needed to deal with the consequences.
I watched my brother’s head, as he was escorted to the jail bus out back, ready to transport him and many other criminals to the local jail. It was then, that I broke down and cried. Why me? Why, why did all the bad things happen to me???
~FLASHBACK ENDS~
That was three months ago. I had barricaded myself up in my room, painting on the walls, drawing in my sketch book, and writing a new story on my lap top. Anything, so I wouldn't have to face the Kings and their sons. I knew what they would think; they would think I was a loner, an emo, someone who cut them self and cried them self to sleep. The last part was true, as well as me having that emo look, but even through three months of pain, I have never cut myself.
School starts next week. I had refused to go during May, when I first arrived mainly because I didn't want to spend a month in school before going on break. Not that I ever really cared about my education. I hadn't given a damn before, why should I start now?
Nae insaeng-eul yeos. No matter how many times I say it, it'll always be true. I looked up at my ceiling, and titled my head to the side in concentration. I had spent three months up here, asking the maid to bring my food to me, so I wouldn't have to face their judgment. What did their judgment matter anyways? Just because they were... boys? Plus, they probably thought I was already dead by now, and thought I was self-conscious and ugly. What did it matter what they thought of me? I never cared before, but then again I never cared about anything before. Why the sudden change in my values on life? I was a good kid; never been arrested, maybe I skipped school, but I had no criminal record. I didn't have any records. I had a birth record, and that was it. If you had the flu, you went through it. If you broke an arm, you got through it. You didn't have money to spare to go to the doctor.
They did. They had car records; they had medical records, school records, and possibly criminal records. They had their life written out for them, on a piece of paper. I didn't. I didn't even know where my birth certificate was, or if I was even born in a hospital. I could have been born in the back seat of our parents pick up like Daniel, since we didn't really have money to spare.
