Alone

Why?

My brother, enraged and scared, looks back into my eyes. I look away from his eyes and look at what he's wearing. A short-sleeve black shirt covers his arms, not much to cover him with though. As I was looking at his attire, I realized something was off. He wasn't wearing his Kroger uniform. Then, I knew something was up. I looked back up into his eyes, this time noticing that I knew exactly what happened to him. He lost his job. His eyes this time, twinkled with sadness and fear. 

He was lost and so was I. 

We were lost together. 

Alone. 

I reached up for his shoulder, using it as a boost to help me up off the curb. He lowered himself to help me up. I inched my mouth close to his ear and whisper, "We'll figure it out. It'll be okay." 

He looks at me and sighs in relief. 

I look down and put my blue, mechanical pencil back in its spot, right on the side of my book bag. My notebook follows into the large pouch found at the very top of my book bag and my light blue zipper continues its path to shut my book bag. I reach to grab it, toss it on my back, and hop up on the sidewalk. 

Our journey starts here, it won't be long, but it starts here.

Right now. 

You'll hear my side of the story because I don't know any others, people might be hurt, people might be sad or heartbroken. I'll share with you things that I would never tell my normal, close, "best friends." Because, that's life and nothing lasts forever.