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Chapter 1

  John's (Indirect) POV

  John sighed as he woke up from his alarm blaring through his room. "6:30 in the morning is way too early." he thought to himself. He reluctantly rolled out of bed, onto the floor. It was the first day of school for John. The cold breeze came through his window, sending a chill down his spine. He got up from the cold floor and went downstairs. The old wooden stairs were not as cold. It was only cold in the mornings. He saw his 3 siblings already awake and eating breakfast. How could they be so active and awake at this hour? His younger sister, Martha, who was 13, was feeding his other sister, Addy. Martha had long brown hair that curled up to her shoulder. Freckles invaded her face, like a small galaxy. Each freckle was like a star, looking like there were millions of them. Her bright green eyes looked over at John. She smiled at him and turned her attention back at the youngest sibling, who had porridge dripping down her mouth to her chin. She was only 3 and didn't have school, but she was still woken up early. She was the only person in her family that had blonde hair, that wasn't long because of her age. She had bright blue eyes that she would often get complimented on. The other boy in the family was James, who was playing video games on his phone, not having a single care about his first day of school. He is ten and like his 2 sisters had brown hair and freckles. His hair wasn't curly like his siblings hair though. John yawned as he walked into the kitchen, ruffling his brothers head of already messy hair. His brother shot him a glare but he quickly turned his attention back to his phone.

  "Good morning to you too." John said to his brother in a tired, sarcastic voice. James scoffed at his older brother and took a bite of his poptart, not turning his attention away from his screen. John was the oldest of his siblings, a junior in highschool. Long curled hair, green eyes, and freckles littered all over his body. His skin was pale, like he hadn't gone outside a day in his life. He didn't go outside much during the summer so it was reasonable. He was responsible and caring, kind to all people he met. He never judged a book by it's cover. He saw the good in people, knowing there was always someone good in the world. He was the opposite of father, who was judgemental and didn't care if his children even got to school. John took care of his siblings. Ever since their mother died, his father just seemed to forget about them. He would sleep in, drink more often, and sometimes even forget his children's names. Their mother lost her fight to cancer 1 year ago. It was tragic for the family, but John never cried. He knew he had to stay somewhat strong for his family. He kept his emotions bottled instead of letting anybody know how he felt.

  After a rather small breakfast or just a granola bar, John went up the stairs to his room to get ready for the day. He was quiet, only comfortable talking to his family and friends. He was welcome to making friends though. He knew he didn't have many, especially since his best friend moved to California. John lived in New York, originally from South Carolina. It had been hard for him to adapt to the busy streets of New York, but he could manage. He dressed in torn, black jeans that hugged his legs tightly. A dark green shirt and a black jacket to complete his look. He brushed his long, messy hair, and pulled it into a low ponytail. He looked at himself in the mirror, and sighed quietly. He never liked school, or how he looked. He had an ugly scar across his left cheek from a surgery. A flesh colored, dragged line from his nose, all the way down to his jawline. He couldn't cover it with concealer, last time he tries to do that he broke out and got an infection on the scar. Making his face even more ugly. John walked down the stairs, the kitchen now deserted from his siblings, who had left their bowls on the table. His siblings were upstairs getting dressed now.

  John grabbed an apple from the bare fridge and his backpack and opened the door. A cool, morning breeze hit his face. A calm sensation now filling him. He breathed in the air, it wasn't as fresh as he would have liked it to be. The smell of rotten trash and smoke from the streets of New York, wasn't very pleasing to him. He opened the screen door, stepping into the outside world. It wasn't much, he wasn't as rich as other kids who lived in New York. He lived on the poor side of town where you could see homeless people sleeping in alleyways, or a groups of people trying to warm their hands by a garbage fire. Maybe that's why the air smelled so bad. He was desperate for the fresh air of South Carolina again. For sunshine to beam on his face. He sighed at his own thought of his former life and began to walk down the cold streets. Streetlights were still on, the sky was still dark and gloomy, and only cafes were open at this hour. For grumpy adults to walk in and get their coffee for the day. The streets always seemed to be miserable. For a 16 year old going on 17, John thought he knew the ups and downs of life so far. One thing that always came up into his mind as a reminder though, was the thought of the homeless. John always did feel sympathy for the people without a home, but he thought they deserved to live without warmth. Most people living on the streets actually had a house and a car, but faked it for money. Or they were drug dealers. If you have enough money for cigarettes, you have enough money for food. John rounds a corner to the right to continue his walk to the school. The school wasn't far at all from his house, a large, public high school. A new group of students was actually going to be coming to his school this year. John saw it just having more people to pick on him. John walked by a cafe named, 'The Turns Cafe' that was next to a large alleyway. John walked by the cafe without a care in the world. As soon as he walked by the alleyway, he saw a person sitting against the brick wall.