The Boy Who Captured My Heart

Chapter 1

Hey everyone...Well this is my frist story i've written  that i want to finish instead of deleting... and my first to actually upload on here sorry if its boring  Commet, fan! Give me pointers? ... i really hope it isnt totally boring for you guys, i try to make it seem juicy! Well thanks everyone :D

__________________________________________________________________________________  Chapter 1

Lauren's POV

　Why must bad things always happen to good people? I never did understood that. In a week or so, it will be a year since my mom has died from lung cancer. Leaving us. I was angry with God, wanting, demanding to know why he took her from me, my brother and dad. I couldn’t forgive him for I was hurting inside for months. Deeply. Dad tries his best to be happy, but you can see the pain in his face each time he looks at me or my brother because we remind him of her. Then, the things at school started to happen, horrible stuff to me making me become anti social. Me against the world is what I see it like. However, I tried my hardest to make my brother still have a childhood. I did everything possible to make Ryan have the best life he could. The five year old didn’t understand fully where mom was and occasionally asked “When will mommy be home soon.” Only a month or so ago did he come to face that his mommy was never coming back. He’s been having nightmares since, like I do. I ran to his room every night to comfort him. I’d rock him to sleep, cradled in my arms. I sang the very same lullaby she sang for us both.

My friends left me when I became unsocial, and because they didn't want to be caught with the 'slut' that I was accused of. At first they were there for me, but then they told me I needed to get a grip on things and let it go. But they didn’t know what suffering was did they? I lost my mother, the one person besides my brother I could love. Someone who made me who I am, who never gave up on me. And she’s gone. No one could help me. I tried counseling when I became bullied for that one thing, but nothing helped. I felt so alone in this overpopulated world.

There was a time I used to be happy, where I was in no pain. It was wonderful. I used to draw, paint, and take pictures of everything and anything that inspired me. I’m an artist. I still draw sometimes, but not as often as before. I also skateboarded. Not anymore of course. I did so much with my life, always out on adventures with dad, painting the house with mom, it was a wonderful time in my life. Now their all only slowly fading memories I cant remember.

“Miss Andrews can you please explain why your napping in school?” Mr. Dowell slammed his pen onto my desk, waking me from my daydreams. I brought my head up suddenly from my comfy folded arms on my desk. I squinted when the light blinded my eyes. I heard mild chuckles from behind me. “I didn’t get much sleep last night sir.” I yawned. It wasn’t even a lie either. Since mom died, I had to get a job in order for us to keep the house. Dad works as a preacher at out local church and he is now working part time as a cop. He works night shifts from three in the afternoon to midnight. Luckily he can pick up Ryan from school and take him home. However my job at the skating rink causes issues. My shift is 4-7 every night and then on Satruday its 9-3. We have a nanny who makes sure to feed him snack and everything once dad drops him home and heads to work, and she watches him until I get home at seven.  Mom used to be a pediatrician so most of our wealth came from her. Now, were struggling but somehow were making it.

“Well lets not let this become a routine, Lauren. Or you’ll be seeing me after school, in detention.” Then, he went back to teaching about atoms or whatever it is that he babbles. I rubbed my eyes and rested my head on my hand trying to focus on the lesson.  Its tiring working to 7 right after school then going home, making dinner for you and your brother, helping him with his homework, getting him ready for bed then making sure I do my homework. Bored out of my mind, I glanced at the clock. Any minute the bell would ring dismissing us to lunch. Thank God. Then, the oh so familiar bell chimes thought the room. Everyone scrambled from their seats and ran out the door. I lingered waiting for everyone to leave before I had to tackle the crowded halls. Finally, I set foot into the hallway only with a couple people left. I went to my locker, turned the dial to the right numbers matching my combination, and opened my locker. I grabbed my brown lunch sack and the book I’m currently reading and threw my other crap into my locker. Fighting the urge whether or not to go eat under the tree I normally sit under or go into my usual bathroom stall, I gave up and went towards the girls restroom, needing quiet time now. As I approached the door, I saw the yellow janitor’s bucket filled with dark soapy water. Ugh.