BOOTED OUT

chapter one

It had only been a month after my parents death which was also my birthday and the day my brother became my guardian. My name is Sophia Ezra and my brother Terence obviously had no idea how to raise a depressed fifteen year old. My depression had become a problem after my parents death but it started when I was nine (weird right) . The cause for my depression was mental infliction I didn't know that was a thing until I was diagnosed. It apparently has nothing to do with the death of my parents, a brother who would tease me whenever the opportunity came along, and my lack of friends (I had none) , and let us not forget being the most timid kid at school, and being a baby Einstein since grade one! plus I was socially awkward and never got the symptoms of period. They called me freak at school that practically my middle name. But that name is history now that I've graduated.

The reason for telling you this is so know how much I've changed after the mix up.

So in a month my life changed drastically from a sheltered life of sorts to the life of a boot camp child they called me.

Let me tell you how it happened.

I think my brother was tired of raising me so one day he told me to pack my things at first I thought he was kicking me out but he told me I was only going to a camp but it wasn't summer for kids that go to school so I got suspicious but let it slide big mistake. So then I went to pack my things but I didn't know what to bring so I just packed clothes my toothbrush and a picture of my parents on their wedding day that I always bring on the rare occasion that I leave the house.

"how long is camp going to be? " I asked

"not long. " he said but I didn't notice his hesitation

The bus that came to collect the campers was painted in camouflage style that's when i realized were I was going

"No you can't make me! " I shouted

"to late you're already registered. " he said

"why? " I asked

"what do you mean? "he asked

"why did you sign me up for a boot camp!? " I asked

" you're weak. "he said bluntly

" what does that have to do with anything!? " I asked

"your going to be late " he said

"why!!!! " I begged

" just leave!" he yelled

" I hate you!! " I yelled and with that I left and haven't seen him since

when I got on the bus I heard my name but didn't turn to see who.I think he I really hurt him but who cares he sent me to a freaking boot camp and wouldn't tell me why.

when I finally stopped being angry and sorry for myself and noticed that someone was sitting next to me I looked over to see it was a Guy and he was just starring at me

what a creep why is he just starring at me

"why did you say that? " he asked

I just looked at him like what he got the message and explained

" why did you say that to your dad?" he said

" why do you want to know? " I asked irratated but he took it as rude

" I was just wondering plus I thought you might want a friend but I guess not. " he said

"sorry I'm not used to strangers asking about my life " I said defensive

" how do make friends with that attitude? "he asked

" easy I don't " and with that the conversation ended