Introduction

Chapter 3

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Kyle P.O.V

"...I'm sorry to inform you that Alex Corwin has passed away." CLICK. No. No. No. Alex isn't dead. But he is that horrid man just told you that. I look up to see Alex's mom, sister and fiancee looking at me. "Guys, before I say what I was just told I think Kasy should put Mack in her playpen," I say to them. "Ok," Kasy responds. I take a deep breath, look at Mackynzi, all that's left of Alex, and say those three horrid words, " Alex is...He's...He's dead," I finally get out before completeley falling apart. Just then Alex's dad walks through the front door. Great. It's probably quite the sight seeing your so - late son's best friend/brother bawling his eyes out on your floor. 

David P.O.V

Jonas' parents both made it safe and sound. I finally get to go home but I dedcided to walk because of the traffic. I walk through the front door to see Kyle, Anna, Kasy and Mary on the ground bawling. This can't be good. "Davie," I hear Mary say. She only calls me that when something's wrong. "Davie, Alex is...He's dead," Mary says before resuming her crying. Me, well I just sit down in a chair in shock.

Present Day

 Mack P.O.V

"MACK, I SAID COME DOWNSTAIRS NOW," My dad yelled at me even though we were 2 feet apart. "Yes dad," I respond calmly. "WHAT'S THAT MESS DOING ON THE FLOOR," he yells, no screams back at me. "That's Sam's, not mine," I respond just as calm as the first time. "WELL I ASKED YOU TO CLEAN IT UP! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S SAM'S MESS OR NOT!" he yells back but this time his palm connected with my face. I didn't cry I just walked over to the mess of Lego's and cleaned them up as Sam watched me. "You missed one," Sam says to me. "Can you hand it to me then 'cause it is beside you?" I ask. "Nope." When i finish cleaning up I go upstairs to get my backpack when I realize my dad left a pretty good mark on my face. Damn. Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mackynzi but I prefer Mack. I didn't always have a life like this. It only started when Sam came along. Sure he technically is my brother but I don't call him that because my only brother died when I was 4 years old on 9/11.

At school I am the kid that stays in the background, speak when spoken to. I head to my locker and put in my combonation then grab my books that I need. When I shut my locker I turned around a little too fast and collide with someone. As I look up my eyes connect with his as I hear "Oh, I'm so sorry...

Who is it?

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