Until The Day I Die

Chapter 1

     My name is Brandon Miller, and I'm from Jacksonville, Florida. My birthday is January 5th, I'm 5'9, and I have short brown hair. I'm athletic, very introverted, and I like music. Now that you know a little bit about me, let me tell you my life story basically.
     I'm not originally from Jacksonville. I was born in Detroit, Michigan, and I didn't move to Jacksonville until I was 11. In Detroit, I was very poor. My mom was the only person I had in my life because my dad left my mom before I was even born. Mom told me that my dad took all of "his" money with him, leaving my mom with nothing.
     Growing up, I was bullied in school. I never had any friends. I failed all of my classes, which made me get held back twice, and I got into fights almost everyday. I didn't have a phone, a TV, or even a comfy bed to sleep on. I had some blankets and a pillow that I would sleep on.
     When my dad left, Mom already had a job, but at the time, she could just barely keep up with the bills. I don't know how she did it, but she inspired me everyday to always work hard and do what's right.
     I grew up pretty messed up though. When I was 10, I met this kid in third grade, and he would always steal his Dad's cigarettes every morning when he left for school. He never got caught because his dad was always drunk and sleeping. Him and I would smoke a whole pack in the bathroom and no one ever caught us, at least not for a good four months. Eventually, someone told on us, and a teacher and the principal walked in on us. They called Mom and she whooped me so hard when I got home. She told me that this wasn't gonna happen again, but one day, after two weeks without smoking, I started losing my mind over a cigarette. I had then realized that I was becoming addicted. I was freaking out though, and I had nothing to calm me down. I was suspended from school and I never had a phone or anything, so I couldn't meet up with that boy.
It was Saturday, around noon, I ran out of my house freaking out. I just stood there, then started panting. I was about to cry. Then, after a good minute of having a panic attack, a man came up to me worried. He was real tall, about 6 feet tall, and at the time I was about 5'2. He looked really clean. His blue jacket had to be at least $500.
     He asked me if I was okay. Without giving a crap who it was, I just told him what was wrong.
     "I need a cigarette..." I said it so raspy too. This man then reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a full unopened pack of cigarettes. He hands me the pack without saying anything. I look at him, confused and relieved at the same time. I grabbed the pack and started opening it as quickly as I could. I take one out and he also hands me a lighter. Finally I could smoke again. I finally could settle down. Then, this man asks me if I live here. I told him that I did. He asked me if Sabrina Carol was my mother, and she was. I became scared of him and started asking him a bunch of questions.
     "How do you know my mom? What do you want from her? What do you want from me? Why are you here?" I asked so many questions. He then introduced himself.
     "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Calm down, kid! My name is David Harter. You're mom and I used to chat together and have known each other for a long time, and I'm now in a relationship with her."
     See, at the time I didn't really understand the point of Mom meeting someone new after someone had left her already. I got really angry, but I tried my best to keep it hidden.
     I finish my cigarette, and we both go into the house. I look for Mom, and I found her sitting at the kitchen table holding a paper. Her head rested on her hand as she had her eyes closed, unaware that we walked in. David, said her name, wondering if she was okay. She looks up surprised. She gets up quickly to hug him and introduced him to me. I asked what the paper was she was looking at. She said we were getting evicted. Ten-year-old me had no idea what that meant. Mom just told me that we had to move. David then offered us to move into his house. He was using words that I didn't even understand at the time. He was so "sophisticated."
     David, just happened to be someone with a lot of money, so he offered my mom and I to move into his five bedroom home.. in Jacksonville. Being the kid that I was who failed at everything in school, I had no idea where Jacksonville, or even Florida was. I was a very dumb kid. Mom, of course turned down the offer, but David insisted that we move with him into an actual home, so long story short, we're on our way to Jacksonville.
     I was actually quite excited to move to Jacksonville, but only because I wanted to know what a real bed felt like. To be honest, I really hoped this would be a chance where I could start over. Maybe I could meet someone that's not trying to sell me drugs or fight me.
     After a couple days of packing, we load everything into a big truck. It was a really nice looking truck. You would never find a truck as clean as this one with no dents or scratches on it around Detroit. At least where I lived, I never had seen one.
     We were on our way to the airport. I've never seen an airport before. It was so big, with lots of open space, well, if there wasn't six million people walking everywhere. Mom handed me a ticket. These random men were carrying our stuff. In front of me I saw these weird metal door frames that everyone was walking through. Later on in life, I found out that they were called metal detectors. Anyways, as we got closer to the metal detectors, I noticed three police officers standing by them. I immediately started to panic, because I had a pack of cigarettes in my pants. I guess I could've trusted David with that secret since he is the one that gave them to me, so I told him that I don't know where to put them. He tells me to give him the pack of cigarettes. He quickly goes out the front door and makes it back in literally like ten seconds. He said everything was taken care of now. I was so curious what he did, but I just let it go.
     We made it passed the security and made it to the plane. I never thought riding on a plane would be so much fun. I got to sit next to the window and the view was so pretty even though I was a thousand feet in the air.
     We made it to Jacksonville in less than 3 hours. Being the stupid kid I was, I thought Jacksonville was pretty close to Detroit since we arrived so soon. It sounds stupid, I know.
     After leaving the airport, I looked outside, and everything was so beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen so much color and sun. Speaking of sun, it was so hot!! I started sweating as soon as I got outside.
I saw this really bright red car approach us, it was a freaking Lamborghini. I had never seen a Lamborghini and I never in my entire life would ever think I would be riding in one. It had so much room, the seats were leather, and it had a beach scent to it. At least that's what the car freshener said. We drove for about 20 minutes, and everything I saw was so beautiful. Their were these small trees in a line going down the road: palm trees. The sky was so blue, and there were so many people. I didn't ever want to leave.
     We approached this really long driveway, by the freaking beach. As we drove further down the driveway I saw this huge house painted in the brightest white shade I've ever seen. When we approached the house, I couldn't even believe what I was seeing. There was a black car in front of this very tall and wide house, but not just any house, this was a mansion. There were front doors in the brightest shade of white, and inside the house there were so many decorations in colors that I've never seen before.
     David said," Welcome home!"
I couldn't believe this is where I would be living. At one point, I thought I was dreaming. 
     I hopped out of the car, and I just stared hard at everything because of how beautiful this mansion was. Who thought a house could have plants growing next them, I thought, and there's nothing falling apart or mud anywhere. The house was completely surrounded by nothing but grass. I could barely see the gates at the entrance of the driveway. I was stunned.
     David walked with me in the house and showed me where my room was. It took us a couple minutes just to get to the bedroom. When he opened the solid white door, my jaw just dropped at what I saw...
     I took my shoes off to make sure I didn't drag dirt or anything. I walked to the bed and face planted right into it feeling the soft blankets and extremely comfy mattress underneath. It felt amazing.