Our First Encounter

Bond?

Recap: "Now that you're here, I have the smallest room in the house. My tv couldn't fit in there! I hate you... Not only did I get a total-loser-nerd brother, I got a fag brother!" He yelled and sat down. I didn't move... I just stood there and tried to hold the tears back. He looked at me and I ran up to my room.

What a douche.

My room was sort of empty since I just got here. It was alright... The room wasn't too big or too small. I could still tell this room is way smaller than Nathan's. I sat onto the bed which was a queen sized bed with blue comforters... I don't really like blue, but I guess I can't be picky. The walls were a light gray color and I didn't mind that, it reminded me of Nathan's room. There were dressers, so I began taking my clothes out of my suitcase. I opened my suitcase and the first piece of clothing I saw were the pink underwear. I picked them up and shoved them in the back of the drawer sighing. I'm really going to be staying here... With total strangers. I placed all my clothes in neatly and began hanging up a poster, before my adoptive mom walked in.

"Hey sweetie. Here, come sit down." She said in a sweet tone while patting a spot next to here in the bed. I put the tape down and went over to sit. She looked like a really sweet mother, but... Her kid is such a douche.

"Umm... Yes?" I said in a low tone... I mean I know she's my new mom, but I don't really want to talk with her. She grabbed my hand and started crying and I backed away a bit. Well... Jeez what happened?

"I'm sorry for you loss... And if Erick is mean to you. It's not because of you, he doesn't know about your parents or anything." She said and I took my hand back. Then it's because I'm me. I mean come on... Why's he have to be so mean? It's almost my birthday anyways... I'm going to be 16. Hmm... Erick. He looks nice, he looks like an innocent little kid, but he's just so mean.

"I just want to go home..." I said, trying to keep the tears away. I want my parents back... I want to see them again. Their funeral is soon... Two days from now, I can't wait to finally 'be at piece'... I looked over at her and she was wiping a tear out of her eyes, it seems like everyone just cries for me. I mean, I cry a lot... But no one else has to be sad. Their parents aren't in a coffin waiting to be put into the ground.

"I know... I'm Stace, it's a pleasure to meet you. I see you've been unpacking, I'm glad. If you need any h-" she started... Getting up while patting her pants. I stood up and went back over to tape my poster to the wall.

"No... I don't need any help." I said, cutting her off. She smiled and left... Closing the door softly. I got my poster of Dexter on the wall and smiled. Dexter is a really good show... I sat on my bed and grabbed a comic that was in my bag. I like the art of the characters, I don't really read comics because of the words and all... It's just the art that catches my eye. I mean... The way they make everything look 3D... And how the shadows are so realistic, it's just amazing. I got out my sketch book and tried to draw batman and I wasn't doing too bad, but it was still horrible. I was about to draw
batman when Erick slammed my door open.

"What ya doin'?" He said while crossing his arms. Really... He slammed open my door to ask that...?

"I'm d-" I started and he sat down quickly.

"It's horrible, you can't draw for shit." He said and grabbed my sketch book. He took my eraser and began erasing my batman drawing.

"Hey, stop that! That's mine! This is my room and you should leave." I said and folded my arms across my chest. He started laughing and started drawing something new on the paper.

"The tough guy act... It doesn't fit your expression or you at all. How are you supposed to scare me off looking like you're about to cry like a little baby?" He said while drawing. He let out a slight chuckle and I moved closer to see what he was drawing. The drawing was a way better batman and I turned away.