Michael was the oldest child, which meant he often got stuck with the responsibility of looking after his younger siblings. He was an only child for somewhere around six years, but that changed when Elizabeth was born.
He probably had it the hardest growing up. He was the only child who would ever understand what happened in the past. He had more knowledge than any of his siblings would ever.
It started before he was born, but the earliest he can remember was around five. It slipped his mind most of the time, but the memories were enough for him to be cautious.
Most of his bad memories concerned William, which made him more aware of his own behavior. Michael was easily annoyed, which was why he had no patience for his younger siblings. He had more respect for his parents though, knowing his father had no patience for him.
He was held to a standard of sorts. Elizabeth and Chris weren't nearly as competent as him, so everything always fell on him. If he didn't do well in school, it was a big deal. If it was Elizabeth, nobody cared, because it was expected.
It was morning time and he was getting ready for school, dreading the day ahead. It was his last day. He was going to high school next year, so the school made a big deal about it.
"Do I have to go today?" He quietly asked Lea, she nodded her head silently.
"It's the last day, there's no reason to."
"There's no reason not to go either." William yawned, glancing up at Michael. "It's not even a full day."
"He's right. Just hang in there for a few hours."
"You're just saying that because you don't want to get hit." Michael mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" He looked up at his dad, who looked like he knew exactly what he said.
"I'll take the bus today." Michael quickly said, walking out the front door to wait for the bus, which cane shortly after.
He was one of the more popular kids, probably because his family had money. He sat in the front of the bus and looked out the window, not wanting to attract any more attention.
"Can I sit here?" He looked up and saw a small girl, and assumed she was one of the younger kids. He nodded, then focused his attention back on the window.
"I can't believe the school year's over." The girl sighed. "Are you excited for summer?" Michael shrugged.
"You don't talk very much do you."
"Not necessarily." He mumbled, not looking at her once.
"You have an accent?" She beamed, making him roll his eyes. He wasn't very fond on the way he spoke, it was bothersome.
"I guess." He shrugged, feeling uncomfortable by the attention. The girl didn't say anything, but he could hear he humming.
He glanced over at her, noticing that she looked dirty. Her hair looked greasy, and she smelt funny. Michael looked away, knowing it was rude to stare. Though, he wondered how somebody at his school could appear this way.
"Where do you live?" The little girl looked up at him, curious why he was asking.
"North street." She happily chirped. From what he knew, north street was one of the poorer neighborhoods around, but he didn't know it was that poor.
"Why?"
"No reason." He quickly said, awkwardly shifting his position on the seat. The bus pulled up to the school, opening the doors allowing the kids to get out. He quickly slid past the girl and exited, walking to his classroom.
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Afton Family Scenarios
Fanfiction**disclaimers in first part** the afton's were always looked up to as a "model family". they were successful and appeared polite and well disciplined. visibly, there was nothing wrong with them. however, things were different behind closed doors. t...
