The Pieces

Chapter 4

I looked around the new room that that the school had provided for me. The bed was a full sized one, with a nightstand and a lamp beside it. The ground wasn't carpet, but a dark tile- a nice change from the wood in the lobby. There was a large bathroom and a walk-in closet. You would never guess the color scheme of the room.

Brown- my least favorite color.

Of course my parents would do this. They usually said that they did things so that I could "Get over it". I had my reasons to rid the horrible color from my room, my wardrobe, and everything, including my hair.

But that was aside of the point. The !room was actually an alright size, not the size of Harry Potter's cupboard, yet, not the size of a luxury hotel room.

I lugged my monstrous suitcase to a large wardrobe that was currently blocking half of a window. I sighed angrily, because it irked me when beautiful views were hidden from sight. It reminded me of my parents, in an odd way. Like how they cleaned Edward's room out, effectively blocking a beautiful view- figuratively speaking, though.

I unpacked my humongous bag, thinking back to when that boy fell earlier. Sure, he was cute, but he was cocky to assume that I'd just tell him my name, most likely what other girls would do.

Take away his good looks, and he was probably just a cocky, arrogant player. I sighed in disgust. Too many people these days were turning into terrible scumbags.

Too many.

I had finished folding my clothes when my phone started ringing. It was Steven. I instantly answered it, because even after what happened, he still saw me as the same girl. He would drag me out of bed and force me to go places with him, and best of all, he approved of my physical changes. He helped me forget about Edward.

"Stevie!" I squealed into the phone, almost hearing him cringe at the nickname I had given him.

"Skye, how many times have I told you not to call me that?" He whined into the reciever, making me laugh, because his voice was actually pretty low pitched.

"Not enough! Anyway, did you need something?" I questioned him, because sometimes, he called me for no rhyme or reason.

"Um, yeah, would you maybe explain to me where on earth you are? You have a job, you know." He scolded me over the phone, and I could almost picture his reprimanding face in my head.

"Steven, oh my gosh, I forgot to tell you!" I groaned. "Jonathan and my mom came up with another evil scheme." I opened my mouth to continue, but he interrupted me.

"Why don't you just call him 'Dad'?" He suggested, an I only growled.

"We've been over this." I paused as he sighed. "Anyway, they've sent me to this stupid school, Cream Academy or something like that. They woke me up this morning and told me to pack my things, and here I am!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow your roll, Skye. Cream Academy? Do you mean Creek Academy?" He chuckled.

"Uh, yeah!"

"That's one of the most well-known schools in the world, Skye! I'm jealous. But seriously, it's understandable that you are irritated. Your parents are also right, though. They just want you to be happy again." He explained.

"Darn you for being the voice of reason. Anyway, I have to unpack, but I'll text you later. Bye!" I grumbled.

"Love you, Skye." He told me. We were like brother and sister, so this was just natural for us.

"I love you too, Steven." I swallowed the big knot in my throat and hung up after that.

The thing that saddened me was not the fact that I couldn't say that to my brother anymore, but I was sad because those weren't my last words to my brother.

My last words to him were "I hate you." I couldn't have been more disappointed in myself when I found out he died.

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Here it is! I know, I know I took forever and a year to update, and you guys think I want to torture you.

Not the case. Actually, life is pretty busy at the moment, but in about two weeks, I should be able to update faster.

Sorry. :(